We're Tom Lorenzo. And this is the pop style opinion fest. Telling kittens, welcome back to another edition of the PSO. I am the teen, your T-in-your-Loe, Tom Fitzgerald, and I'm here with the Lo and your T-Lorento, Lorenzo, Marquez, my love husband. Hello. How are your lovely husband? Bye. This is take two because the first take I was so lethargic. I was like, no, honey, we got to start over again. I had to give, you know, give blood this morning for some very routine lab work. And I don't know if it's because of the heat wave or what. I've given blood plenty of times before done blood draws plenty, but I am like wiped out from it.

So I'm trying to keep my energy level up,

and hopefully I won't make Lorenzo record this a third time.

We have stuff to talk about, but I want to toss to you.

Did you want to do happy talk about our cats?

Yeah, no.

People are always asking. I know. Well, Tab Hunter's not here today. He always jumps on the table. He is here, but he's not on the table. Yeah, I mean, he's not on the table. Like, here without recording the podcast. Because every time we start putting all the equipment together and stuff, he jumps on the table and waits. Well, one of the things we do is we put a quilt on the table for like sound batting reasons. And if you put a quilt on a table, like a cat's just going to come. But he comes every time. But he's not here today because he's getting lazy. He's getting lazy. It's the heat, I think. Actually, he's right there. He's in the corner. He's totally ignoring us. He's in a mood today. Oh, well. No other cat news. Daisy and Meep still hate each other. We spend every day. Well, Daisy hates everybody. And Meep is... Except us. And she tolerates Tab. And Meep is one of those cats that just wants attention all the time.

She thinks she's one of those cats that thinks if you do a surprise sneak attack on another cat,

like she thinks that's the funniest thing in the world.

And she does it all the time.

And Daisy is the kind of cat who, if you do that to her, she is going to react as if you insulted her ancestors or something.

She is going to go completely out of, yeah, just out of control.

No one ever gets hurt.

No, it is literally two, three-second altercations like five or six times a dick.

Just me, but still in that mood that, oh, my God, I'm so happy I'm here, you know, you guys are awesome, you know, type of mood.

Daisy's like, yeah, whatever, get her away from me. Meep had previous owners for four years,

and, you know, to their credit, they rescued her. They found her in the street and they took her in and they rescued her as a kitten.

But they gave her up for whatever reasons.

I have no idea.

Perhaps they moved or had a baby or whatever.

But I think MEEP is one of those cats who didn't grow up with a lot of tactile affection.

Like I don't think her people were bad to her,

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