We sing the blues together when she has to go to the vet - she starts a meeeorrrowow and I just kinda pick it up - "mee-e-e-e-OW-oh-wow-oh-wow" and before long we're singing (or mrowling) the Grasshopper Blues together!

I've been know to sing "Cat food is coming, it's coming to plate, OH! Cat food is coming, it's coming to bowl. So won't you furry, hurry, furry feet? Now won't you furry, purry, furry feet? " to the tune of "Shrimp Boats are Coming" - If you're old enough to remember that little ditty.

I've been trying to get some sleep by reading a Stephen King novel I just found (I know - sleep?!?), which she keeps trying to interupt (lie on a page, etc.) so I started a new version of "Me and Mrs. Jones" for her: "Me and Stephen King, we've got t thi-i-i-ing going on. . ."