Cat Cat Everything Cat
I bought a voucher for a Swedish massage because my pilates instructor told me I have “Writer’s Shoulders,” a kind way of saying “Hard Shoulders.” (Pause for laughs at entire previous sentence aka Who have I become?)
And so I start to read the voucher code to the helpful receptionist over the phone.
“C… C… E… C”
“So that’s Cat Cat Everything Cat?”
Cat Cat Everything Cat. Which is now the new name of the band I’m forming.