Boston. July 4. Summer of 1990. These flyers were littered all over Boston’s Back Bay neighborhood. Mark, Ed, Joe, and Dave were walking around with me when we discovered this impassioned plea for the return of this lost kitty. Passionate or not, we still generated a full three-hour assortment of jokes trying to figure out exactly what the hell the deal was with the cat and the tubes. “It’s the kitty calliope!” “It’s the cat who can be played like a bagpipe!” “The tubes must be for draining precious brain fluid so that the cat doesn’t take over the house once and for all!” I can barely remember all the material, but the image is so potent, it can still reduce any of us to tears of laughter.