My cat's name is Señor Sock. Years ago he'd come when I called "Señor!" I used to live in a very Hispanic neighborhood - once he got out, and I felt like an idiot walking around my neighborhood calling, "Señor! Señor!"

Ahahaha. I feel your pain. I mean, Mister Kitty? Thankfully he is indoors only and can't get out. And he answers to Bub and Buster. And everything else.

Bad tommyrot. No kitties for you.

How can I ever achieve my life's ambition of being a crazy cat lady person with you folks holding me back?

erikaj: Ah! I had flair and pizazz all confuzzled. I am anti-neither. "Office" will be a classic for many more decades.

Just a remark: Cat people make funny noises. This amuses cats. Cats do not that let on that they are amused by this. It is part of the joke.

My mom had to wander around yelling "Beastie! Beastie!" She would come, but she was sweet and not very bright. It took a lot of calling Gus, yeah...my favorite part is when they beat the crap out of the printer, though.

Maybe you're using the wrong name.

There was once a contest at my house to find his real name. People kept claiming they were winning, but really he'll go to anyone who looks like they are about to pat him, no matter what they call him.

sarameg, do you ever read Two Lumps? Snooch often reminds me of Mr. Kitty. Although, I don't know if he'd look as good in a hat

Yup, I do. And yup, he does remind me of Snooch. Although I think he attempts a little more dignity.

On Fridays in Lent, [some] Catholics don't eat meat (beef, pork, poultry), but fish is allowed.

Nilly, since JZ is already vegetarian, she goes vegan (no cheese or dairy or eggs either) for Fridays during Lent. Basically, I make her a lot of black bean soup during this stretch.

Rick, I also spent a summer on my college's ground crew. However, I never had to do cockleburr removal. I did have to pull all those vines off the trees - which turned out to be poison oak, and I had to take steroids to get rid of that. Also, I got to mow the cemetary which was fun. I love cemetaries.

And, I love fresh, ripe, delicious, organic (not commercial) tomatoes. They dont' have to be grown in cemtaries, though. I have eaten apples from trees in cemetaries.

Dana, I'm sorry we stole your cool opera director.

Both of my cats come when called. They also come to the front door to greet me when I get home.

Mine, too, Lee. Well, except that I only have one cat. But, he comes when I call (either by name or kissy noises) and he comes with a hand gesture if he is in a line of sight. He also sits on a hand gesture.

I'm trying to find a church service to go to tomorrow, and it's a problem. I don't really have time to go into the city for a noon service, but I have class from 6-8 pm, which is the other typical time. Of course, randomly trying to remember church names around town is not the most methodical way to do this either....

Timelies!

Jesse, just google the name of the diocese you're in (the Archdiocese of New York or the Diocese of Brooklyn if you're in Brooklyn or Queens) and you can get a list of the parishes and mass schedules. Of course, I am making the assumption that you're Catholic.

I lucked out. The Cathedral of St. Matthew is 2 blocks up from the office. Noon mass is definitely doable for me.

Now, is anyone else hungry for fastnachts? I haven't had them on Shrove Tuesday in AGES....