This ace reporter followed local feline resident, Puma Russell (left), for a day to understand his plight with society's preconceptions about him. "I can't strut out of my house without Animal Control hassling me. . ." exclaims Mr. Russell, "I don't think I look that wizardly, do I? One time they even tried to plant mandrake on me." Puma goes on to tell me more about the trials "dumb humans" put his particular fur color brethren through. "I can't sit on a broom. I don't know any warlocks. I can't even jump to the windowsill without falling on my head. I wish I did have a spell or two to cast. I would definitely conjure up some more food around here." I asked Mr. Russell some feisty questions about bad luck when he strides across people's paths and he replied, "Yeah, it's bad luck... when they trip over me."  Apparently this was not the supernatural feline of lore this swashbuckling reporter was looking for. In fact, he displayed none of the super-natural powers I had hoped he would. He did curse me a lot, though. Fearing a hex, I left him in search of other oppressed individuals in order to fill more space for my article.

Henry Chan (left), Siamese immigrant and owner of Siam Palace Restaurant, agrees. "I get my fair share of stereotyping in this town, boy howdy", he says. "If I have one more customer josh me about cat meat in the food, I'm going to t-off! Do I look like a cannibal?!" When asked about the rat content of Siam Palace's food, Mr. Chan declined to comment but added, "I am a cat, you know."

Fluffy Jones (left) was stopped by this stalker reporter at the local catnip hole and asked her views on the subject. "I, like, totally don't get it, dude." Her answer was understandable since I really didn't have a subject, so I made up a good one on the spot about fur color relations. She proceeded to explain the ramifications of racism on society and culture. She gave a 30 minute PowerPoint presentation with statistics, charts, and graphs, followed by group discussion on pluralism and gender/ethnic/religious differences chronicled in history in order to map out possible avenues and solutions to be implemented, a coffee break, and finally, she ended with a reading of Margaret Walker poetry.

That day was a lot to soak in. There seemed to be an inherent ethnocentricity in every fur color. White begrudges Black, Orange scoffs at Calico, Wicker sneers at Grey. As Fluffy pointed out, "These differences seem to repel and attract us. As long as no one is the minority and getting picked on, we can all laugh at ourselves and others without shame. We're all different, so let's enjoy that."

This shogun reporter didn't get all his answers, but I did get enough to know that most cats don't like reporters.