Once again recently, I dreamed I was in a record store catering to cats and their people. Unexpectedly, the staff, wearing whiskers and cat ears, broke into a verse of a Leo Sayer song, CDs of which were on display by the counter. The title spelling, however, had been altered to cater to a cat's perspective. If you're my age or older, you know where this is going, right? No doubt, you know the staffers were all singing, "When I kneeeeeeeeeeeeead you..."
Perhaps it's possible for a store to try a little too hard to elicit business.
