Spencer F. Katt

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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. […]

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“Lets go shopping!” Thats the end-of-year battle cry, whether youre getting trampled buying a DVD player at Wal-Mart or youre a high-tech company looking for a stocking stuffer among your competitors. To hear the latest on who might be buying whom this year, Spencer shifted into tech-company-holiday-party-hopping mode. At the first venue, in the Bay […]

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No doubt about it, communication is key in this ever-shrinking global village. Folks may fuss over VOIP, Wi-Fi, or tin cans and string, but Spencer F. Katt knows nothing works better than COAP (Chatting over Alcohol Protocol). Downing sake martinis in San Francisco, the Lynx loosened the lips of a tattler who claimed HP Linux […]