There was Isis. And then there was Iris. Who knew they would be the same?

But they are the same. Two spectacularly athletic cats who just spazz out from time to time. Friendly, wild, subject to the crazies morning and night.

Same damn girl. Gorgeous, hilarious, awful, and affectionate.

I had a final paragraph. Didn’t take. For supernatural reasons no doubt. So I’ll turn it over to my Scully wife, who never believes in anything paranormal. “What say you, Scully? Of Isis and Iris?”

“Okay Mulder. It’s Izzie come back, goddammit. There. I said it.”