“Hi! I’m Thursday – short for Thursday’s child, and, yes, indeed, I have far to go. And I am doing my best to go the distance by flying and prowling and scooting and sailing around this room. Doesn’t mean that I’m getting anywhere, but I am going far.

A-hee! It is me! I’m black. I’m white. I have a beauty spot on my face – and a sexy white tip on my long black tail. Oh, I am a long and lean boy cat machine, and I am on the move. Move, move, I groove, I groove. I auditioned for one of those Blue Cross commercials – but came in second to a pudgy, perky grey-haired human with some kettle bells. ‘A-roo,’ I said, ‘she doesn’t even have a tail!’”

“I have a tail! I am proud of my tail! Even better – I have personality. Lots of personality – going far, going fast, purring and dancing – and I like people. Oh, yes, I like people! I am Thursday, and I will climb in your lap, take two quick sips of your coffee, and leave again. But I’ll be back – because I am a cat, and cats always come back. A-hee! A-wee! I rub your leg. I sniff your bag. I bound across the room. I bound back! A-hee! I am Thursday!”

“Now, there are some orange dudes in this room, and I am explaining to them that orange, even orange with stripes, gets you nowhere with Thursday. I have decided that I – and nobody else – am in charge of this space, and I am good at being in charge of it, too. Listen up, orange guys: I am Thursday, and I am in charge! Ah-ah-hee! Put a Thursday paw on your striped tail! So there! Very there!”

“Did I mention that I’m Thursday? That I’m white and black and on the move? That I have spunk and sass and charm and a little silly business? And that I’m young and looking for My People? Not just any old people but My People. Thursday’s people. Yes, ma’am; yes, sir. $120 gets My People Me – and my Personality and my Tail. A-hee! All that. It is me!”