Just in case you were wondering, in New York State (California, too, among others), it’s illegal to eat your cat. We know this, thanks to our friends in Western NY.

Police stopped Gary Korkuc, 51, of Cheektowaga, N.Y., when he allegedly failed to stop at a stop sign Sunday night. Officers heard meowing coming from Korkuc’s trunk and investigated. They found the man’s black-and-white cat, Navarro, in a cage, covered in oil, chili peppers, crushed red peppers and salt.

Police said Korkuc told them he had intended to cook the cat because it had been “mean” to him.

So much for that Kitty Pot Pie recipe, I guess. Sorry, Solvay.

Cheektowaga, BTW, has long been one of my favorite names for a town – particular given its prominent position in the Cheektowaga-Lackawanna-Tonawanda triangle.

President Obama (the original “terror baby” – assuming you believe he was actually born here in the first place) last night defended the right of people to build a House of Worship on privately owned land.

Yes, this is really what it’s come to in this country. You know what? How’s about we let people build all the Churches, Synagogues, and Mosques they want, but we take away their tax exempt status? You know, render unto Caesar and all that? I see no reason why I should subsidize your delusional beliefs. Come back after you legalize pot, and then we’ll talk.

The NFL season is in full swing, and we got to see Donovan McNabb in action with the Washington Redskins last night against the Buffalo Bills. McNabb looked pretty good, and it’s nice to see him away from Philly – whose fans never really deserved him. Buffalo looked, well, like they’d eaten a few too many cats before the game. Hopefully they’ll continue to suck during the regular season.

Here in Syracuse, yesterday was Orange Football Fanfest. Since the first game isn’t until September 4th, we’re currently undefeated and hoping for (if not quite expecting) a winning season (maybe even – gasp – a bowl game?). This may all change by Halloween, of course, but for now, we can dream (and while I don’t expect them to be undefeated, that doesn’t mean I won’t be disappointed when they lose).

Oh well, time to go about my day, I guess. Not sure what I can do, though. I can’t do any work around the house, and I can’t drink beer. I seem to have lost all reason to live.

But at least my shoulder only hurts a little bit.