I was at Pootie's vet clinic this morning, and her groomer leaned over, after looking around the room, her eyes darting, and whispered to me that her third cousin, twice removed by marriage, bumped into one of Obama's security guys -- the one with the sunglasses, at a deli, while he was ordering pastrami sandwiches -- who told her, in great confidence, and at great risk, that ..... it's Pootie!
Of course, the "offical" announcement can't be made until 'somebody' wakes up from one of her 20 daily naps, but you heard it here first, folks!