Household Matriarch
Mena loves you enough to inform you that you’re behaving incorrectly. Immediately.
Mena attempts parenting. Ty tests the warranty.
The joke is a cat running for president. The ideas are not a joke.
Which, in hindsight, may have been a little too much encouragement.
TyTy gives this project a personality that is not a party logo. He can be funny without requiring the ideas behind him to be shallow, and he can ask questions that humans sometimes make unnecessarily difficult.
Yes, I’m a cat. I identify as a cat. My best friend is a dog. None of that seems like a very strong argument against my ideas. If being a cat means I shouldn’t be taken seriously, I’m going to need somebody to explain how that standard squares with the current crop of political candidates.
The identities of TyTy’s human staff remain classified for national-security reasons. In keeping with normal government practice, you can probably figure out who they are.
Mena loves you enough to inform you that you’re behaving incorrectly. Immediately.
Mena attempts parenting. Ty tests the warranty.
He’s seen things. Many summers. Piney doesn’t rush to conclusions.
Piney doesn’t rush anywhere. That’s part of his wisdom.
When TyTy turns up with a scratch on his nose, allegations are sometimes made.
There has never been a conviction.
TyTy’s best friend, singing buddy, excellent husky voice, professional escape artist, and strategic reserve.
National security requires preparedness. Cabinet attendance may depend on snacks. Blanco is frequently between deployments.