She took possession of the couch and our hearts.
We're still not sure what her real name is. As T.S. Elliot said, "...a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his (her) tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his (her) whiskers, or cherish his (her) pride?"
So we use Miss Puss until we learn her "ineffable effable
Effanineffable, Deep and inscrutable singular Name."
For now, it's just Miss Puss. A HAH, I hear you say. So Georgina FINALLY consented to put her pussy up on the web!
My reporter friend, Kevin Modesti, whom I met when he was covering Marilyn Chamber's Bon Voyage party at
Pismo Beach last year, (if you didn't know, Marilyn died April 12th, 2009)
Yeah, so anyway - John and I got chatting with Kevin and we have since become lunch buddies.
He brought his new pal, Randy Farhi
along to the last such meeting. What a bright, charming lady. Her brother, Paul Farhi, is a reporter with The Washington Post and is a frequent guest on the political shows on MSNBC and such. Sorry, I can't resist dropping a name when it's such a significant one.
Kevin and I exchange books. I read something I think he
might like, I pass it along to him. He does the same for me. Now we've got Randy in the loop.
Poor dear. I just laid the first of Neal Stephenson's marathon Baroque Cycle (a not-so-brief history of commerce and communication) upon her. It's called Quicksilver and it's quite addictive. I'm sure I shall rot in hell for leading her down this path.
Here's me with just the first one done and the second still under wraps.
New kitty is not impressed.
A shout out to Doctor Robert Feinfield, my surgeon - who just happens to produce music in his spare time for a good cause.
My dentist is a sculptor. I expect my GP to hand me a movie script any day now. Gawd, I love living in El Lay.