I was cleaning out the kitchen and took a snack break. As I was eating a small bowl of cottage cheese Smokey is at my feet going crazy. Standing up on his hind legs (picture a meerkat). Sniffing the air. Weaving in and out of my legs. Clearly going insane. I said (in my “high pitched, talking to the animals” voice), “What’s Momma got? Huh? What’s Momma got?”

Without missing a beat, I hear the music coming from the living room, “Momma’s got a squeezebox she wears on her chest…..”

Well played, Sirius. Well played!