Aside from that being the name of two cats my mother had when she was young (the title of the post), that’s probably what this post will amount to.

I was awakened a short time ago by Oreo (aka: circus cat) as he flung himself through the vertical blinds that hang on the huge sliding door in the apartment. Obviously, to a cat, they make a really cool noise! I didn’t think so from my spot on the couch where I’d fallen asleep last night, book in hand, reading glasses perched precariously upon my face. I hollered at him and he gave me that sarcastic kitty look,

“Hey! It’s not that early! You changed the clocks last night! It’s really 7:30!”

I was not convinced. I still hollered at him.

He thinks he’s so cute.