When Cookie Cat was young, I bestowed upon her the title of Miss Evinrude. The timber, volume, and roll of her purring reminded me of that old 55hp 2-cylinder outboard motor on my first boat. The missus and I recorded her, isolated the best recording, added a fade in, and sent it to Evinrude with a pitch for an ad campaign of Cookie cat daydreaming of boating with an Evinrude motor. Alas, they didn’t pick up our idea.
Tonight, ol’ Cookums is in fine throat, purring like she’s 15 months instead of 15 years old. She’s still Miss Evinrude.