I have a cat named Pete. You may have met him. He has had many, many nicknames (like all my cats, wives, and children):

• Furdis


• Festus


• Petey Petey Punkin Eatey


• Chubbs


• Tubbs (thereby occasionally making his sister Poly “Crockett”)


• Kreplach


• Kreppis


• Kreps

It is this last that has led, oddly, to me calling him “DJ Kreps-a-lot,” in the vein of Sir Mix-a-Lot. Stranger yet, I have found myself lately singing “He’s DJ Kreps-a-lot” to the tune of “On The Good Ship Lollipop“:

He’s DJ Kreps-a-lot

Brings the hot phat beats, makes your undies drop

His fuzzy face

Won’t permit the dance floor go to waste

That is all.