I named Catt Murdock well pt. 2

Catt Murdock has been chasing Solomon around the apartment, which is good because the fatass needs the exercise. But he's running around on the ground like a plebe, while Catt Murdock is using the furniture -- the back of the couch, my easy chair, my shoulders, the kitchen table, the bookshelves and so on. She's knocking everything onto the ground and making a huge mess, and I'm not amused by that, but watching her leap from surface to surface like a rubberized gibbon on PCP is really fantastic.