Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Purrfect blog II
More equal blog time for the kitties. Meet Sasayaku. That's Japanese for whisper.
See, when Sasayaku opens her mouth to meow, no sound comes out.
They say that pets take after their owners (or is it vice versa?). During one of the surgeries to my neck, one of the two nerves controlling my vocal chords needed to be severed. This left me sounding permanently like Don Corleone from "The Godfather," but without the Sicilian accent.
One of my friends, a big fan of "The Sopranos" TV show, started calling me "Mikey Whispers."
And then I made him an offer he couldn't refuse: Call me "Mikey Whispers" one more time, and I break your legs. And then I make you sleep with the fishes.
Now, he calls me just plain Michael again.
Sasayaku, she understands.