The Cat We Call Jayne (obviously) (and frequently sung.)
Sweet Baby Jayne
Whatever Happened to the Sweet Baby Cat We Call Jayne
(To Aretha Franklin’s “Chain of Fools”): Jayne Jayne Jayne…
(also sung): Blame it on the Jayne
Somewhere Over the Jayne-bow… (I regretted that one instantly)
On the bright side, my kitchen floor is clean now. Which is good, because after I mop up all the spilled water and replenish his supply, Jayne splashes all that water onto the floor, and then laps it up. Weirdo.
(I can’t decide whether he’d be better with a fountain, or if he’d just break it.)
New job title: Cat Pimp.
i, too, immediately thought to ask if your business card reads CAT PIMP.
I LIKE IT.
Because that noise is unbearable.
I mean, y’all should be neutered and spayed, but I know how it is. And the guy who runs the pet shop is really good with taking care of the wee ones and finding them homes, so we’re good on that front (plus, I mean, we have kitten fostering experience now if it comes to that. And considering that Gypsy steals my yarn and treats it like kittens, I think she’d be a good foster kitten mom too.)
So please. I know you’re out there. She’s RIGHT HERE. How are you not hearing her? Get to rutting already.
Thanking you in advance.
My new fake alter ego.
She’s kind of annoying, yeah.
Yesterday my computer keyboard a) temporarily switched to Greek; b) refused to recognize the number keys, instead typing the symbols above them, as though I had the Shift key pressed, which I hadn’t; c) made the delete key erase forwards, as though I’d set it to INS in Word, which I hadn’t; d) started making clicky and whooshy noises every time I hit the Command key.
It seems to be working fine now, but … that was weird.