Yes, Whispers really is my mom, and we love each other. But we are truly quite different. If you've heard her story, you know that she's quiet, peaceful, almost a Zen cat. She is, I say, very much a 1950's mom – if you gave her an apron, she'd wear it, although she'd bake whole grain bread and serve organic broccoli. But she has a secret and exciting past – which you'll realize the minute you see me. She's never said who my daddy was, but take a look at me, and you will know, as I do, that he was a Dude! See my crop circle spiral stripes. See me stride the runway with my long metered legs. A showgirl, a model, a star – Zjinga-Zjinga! I heard that Gwen Stefani wants my name – too late – I trademarked it. Besides, I have more personality than she does – what does that tell you?

Oh, I'm supposed to tell you about my name? Zjinga – just one Zjinga, not two – is a character, an avatar, from some World of War computer or video game. But I am two Zjingas – Zjinga-Zjinga – and there is only one of me. Pronounce me "Zhinga-Zhinga" – not so hard, see? I love attention, and I can put on a show. I also, trust me, am terribly smart and will engage you in quite a conversation if you enter my space. Please understand that I don't need to be worshipped, even though I look like a goddess. I much prefer to be your equal, although I can't resist admiration.

"What, mom?"
"Zjinga-Zjinga, hush. Let the poor people think. Me, me, me – enough already."
"OK – here's the short and sweet – my mom Whispers and I hope very much to live with you. We balance each other well. Please bring $200 for both of us, and we will, indeed, add two whole new dimensions to your life."
"See, child? I knew you could do it. Thank you."