As I’ve mentioned, my dad has an encyclopedic memory of old songs but usually just sings parts of them. When I was growing up, after he’d helped me open a jar or make a household repair,  he’d sing a phrase “It’s so nice to have a man around the house.”*  I’ve adopted that now that I live alone, but I change it to, “It’s so nice to have a cat around the house.”

Someone to sit on fabric:

And inspect the lumber:

Yes, it’s nice to have a cat around the house.


*Writing this post, I just looked up and listened to the full song, which was first performed by Dinah Shore. And, um, the lyrics are a little bleak (“even though he may be someone else’s spouse…you’ll  wind up with a louse”). Obviously my cat version is better.