Cat Music

I may have mentioned here before that Scrabble, our Office Manager and Cat of All Work (that's her, in the icon), likes to be sung to. Mind you, Mozart likes music, as long as there aren't bagpipes involved, but he's not so sure about the humans in his service bursting into extemperaneous song.

Scrabble, however, likes singing, especially if the refrain goes something like, "Scrabble, Scrabble, SCRABBLEscrabble, pretty, pretty Scrabble." kinzel is especially good at adapting old populars to the formula ("In the bluechair, the soft and blue chair, the Scrabble sleeps tonight...") From time to time, I try my voice at it, but I'm considerably less talented, and don't always remember to get in the number of "Scrabbles' necessary for True Art.

This morning, for instance, I was inspired, almost certainly by a deficit of caffeine to attempt the following, to the tune of Little White Duck

Little brown cat
sleeping in the morning
Little brown cat
hardly even snoring

...the Alert Reader will immediately spot the fatal flaw in this song. While the deeds of brown cats are of course always appropriate to heroic song, the lack of an immediate mention of the heroine's name renders this a minor work, scarcely more than a piece of -- pray excuse my inelegance -- doggerel.

Still, Scrabble is nothing if not a Lady. She consented to raise her head and reward my efforts with a genteel yawn, closely followed by several deliberate cat smiles before curling around the other way, putting her paw over her nose and resuming her interrupted business.

And I, of course, can't get Little White Duck out of my head.

Who's Going to Readercon?

I have here in my hand an invitation, and I'm kinda of two minds. Or possibly three. If you're going, or if you're a regular, sing out and help me make a decision, here...