Spencer F. Katt

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As Spencer lapped up libations with the legion of Lotus loyalists at Lotusphere in Orlando, he noted wistfully the absence of a Spartacus-like customer revolt at this years event. Instead, damning with faint praise was the order of the day. IBMs next-generation messaging and collaboration platform, Lotus Workplace, the centerpiece of the opening session and […]

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Eeyaaaaaghaaa! The frozen Furball screamed, Dean-like, as he popped at long last through one of the few open entrances to the Big Apples Jacob Javits Center for the LinuxWorld show. Limiting the number of accessible doors to the complex in lieu of beefed-up security must have seemed like a good idea at the time to […]

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The only thing more bitter than the frosty winds endured through last weeks cold spell in the Northeast was Spence himself for not having been picked as one of the young entrepreneurs to compete on Donald Trumps reality show, “The Apprentice.” The capitalist Katt knew he should have kept that failed attempt to open a […]

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Having once awoken in Nevada to find himself wed to his old high-school cafeteria lunch lady after a chance meeting and a wild night at the bingo tables, Spence felt sympathy for Britney Spears and her recent inebriated nuptials. So much for the “What happens here, stays here” Vegas ad campaign, eh? As the Hirsute […]

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Spence found himself whistling “Autumn in New York” as he strolled down Park Avenue enjoying the unseasonably balmy 50-degree warmth. Coming up for air after several marathon vendor meetings, Il Gatto hunkered down for a bottle of wine and risotto di mare with a Katt crony. The Furry Ones friend was happy to report that […]

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As he sipped Listel, Le Chat noted that the cloudy rosé seemed a perfect contrast to the clear Mediterranean sky above his perch on the Côte dAzur. Here, the years stresses melted away as smoothly as the cocoa butter he applied to a lovely young heiress named Capucine. Only the rare memories of 2003 remained. […]