Push-sha-wush

Pushshawush is what my children called out of our back door, when looking for our cat. They heard me saying push-push, come here push-cat. They developed their own pronounciation that they could say, and pushshawush was born.

Our first cat is called Jack, and he is never satisfied. He is constantly hungry, rubbing against our legs, meowing pitifully, in the hope of some dropped ham, or extra food he is entitled to, that we might have forgotten. Once he has persuaded us enough, and he has a snack, off he goes, to curl up, and sleep on his back, paws up, without a care in the world. I guess he sleeps better on a full tummy.