So, I sat down and tried to write. Instead of writing anything of any real merit, I wrote a song for my dog. What? Everyone else in this joint has a song! No, really!
KitCat — Kit. Cat. Boogie oogie oogie. (She loves this song. I can tell by how she meows along.)
Lou (aka Bulimicat) — Looooouuuu are you? Lou. Lou. Lou. Lou. (Sung to the tune of The Who’s classic “Who Are You?” I assume Lou likes this since she doesn’t puke when I sing it.)
Tricia — well, you’ve all heard it. And if you haven’t, go here and listen, if you want.
Lenna — “Pretttty baaaaayyybeee, that’s my Leeennnnnna.” (I can’t say what this is to the tune of since I pretty much made it up.)
Matt — Sweet baby/sweet, sweet baby/my Matty is a sweet baby. (That last part is to the tune of “Hanky Panky.”)

Oh hell. I guess Bill doesn’t have a song…at least not one that I made up/altered for him. He’ll live, I think. At any rate, for your amusement, here is Liberty’s song:
(To the tune of “My Country, Tis of Thee”)
My dog is preeeeetty.
Her name is Liberty.
Her toys, she brings. Because she’s a big, dumb dog who doesn’t know any better, and man, this does not fit into the song too welllllll. [Liberty loves that part.]
Dog who licks myyyyy eye,
Then her own backsiiiiide.
She makes the kitties hiiiiide,
She eats anything.

Yup. I’m being completely and totally productive here. Someone should maybe send help. Or cookies.