There's nothing like self promotion, right?
So I'm going to redirect this blog for the day to my other blog, where I think Makropoulos was possessed by the spirit of a cat. . . .
Here's a key or two on the language:
Pişi is a jellicle cat that lets me live with her. What's a jellicle cat? Follow this link to a poem by T.S.Elliot, especially his Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, or brush up on the musical Cats. Sorry, that was a trick sentence; it actually had three links in it, if you include the video that follows:
Squeak is a jellicle cat, too, but Pişi is the more demanding cat. That doesn't mean she's stronger, though.
I'm the Big-Two-Legged-One.
Pişi is also deaf, and came back to the U.S.A. with me when I moved back here, after living in Turkey for four years.
And here is some of her story: