As you know, I am an inspiration to everyone. I am like Aslan. When I run through lifeless fields flowers bloom and come to life. Wait…

Did I just compare myself to Jesus? Because everyone seems to contend that C.S. Lewis was writing an allegory, but he wasn’t. So I didn’t just compare myself to Jesus. Stop the bus, I think we forgot everyone back there Rhett. I was referring to The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. I once wrote a paper on the Narnia series and how good ole Clive never wanted it to be an allegory. But, I can’t seem to find the paper. You will just have to trust me—no matter how much it seems like an allegory. I am, at this point, way off topic.

The topic is that I am an inspiration. I think this could be translated in many ways. I am great a giving gifts. Brenda can attest to this. I am also great at coming up with names. If you are having a baby, come to me. I can help. I named JD, Stormy and Cloudy and I think I even named Charlie. I inadvertently named two kids on my old block in Regina. One’s name is Alexander Thomas (my middle names) and the other’s middle name is Rhett. The topic today is that I am an inspiration with names.

Which brings me to my mother’s cat Kitty. That’s her in the picture. Over on my mom’s blog, she asked for help to name Kitty. I came up with a couple. Touch of Sinister, Dusty, Dirtdevil, Captain Picard. Frankly, all great and competent names. But there was one name that really seemed to stick: PJ SillyPants.

I can’t say where I retrieved this gift of inspiration from. I could have plucked it from the stars or maybe the brilliant energy resides within me. Either way—I would like to introduce you to PJ SillyPants.