One night between 11 pm and midnight I am in the Genie rtc with Meej and Diane. This is in the Hancock Park days. I am on the second floor of this 1920's building that has big open French windows looking onto the street. I am typing when I hear a kitten cry.

There are signs all over the neighborhood about a missing black kitten. I type "that's those people's kitten, I am going to go get it" and trot down stairs and into night and call for a kitten.

A tiny white ball of fur comes pushing out from under a car and runs up to me.

I pick it up. I stare at cars going by. I stare at it.

All I can say is, "You are the wrong color."

Flash forward, there is a white kitten in the bathroom I do not know what to do with, two dogs hopping up and down outside the bathroom yelling, "Let us in, let us in, there is a squirrel in there!"

I type "I can't keep this kitten."

Diane (evil) types "So what are you going to name the kitty, Max?"

Meej (also evil) types "Yeah, what are you going to name the kitty, Max?"

I type I always wanted a big mean orange Tabby I could call Jones after the cat in Alien but this is a Himalyan and he is white the only orange on him is his ears. He can't be a Jones.

They call "the kitty" Jones during the entire rest of the conversation.

Six years later, he is still Jones.

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