I suffered mightily at the hands of PUNKY BREWSTER when I was still biting ankles. You see, my sister was a DEAD RINGER for SOLEIL MOON FRYE, and I am not exaggerating when I say that we couldn’t leave the house from ’87-88 without being mobbed by unruly children looking to get close to their idol, “Punky.” I can even recall my Mom arguing with other mothers at the grocery store: “If she’s Punky, what the hell are we doing in this dump?”
AUNT JOHN SEZ: Kitty, I feel your pain. My second cousin bore an uncanny resemblance to CAPTAIN LOU ALBANO, sans the facial hair, and it made shopping at the local K-Mart a nightmare. Cousin Pam was what my mother called a “handsome girl,” but I digress. Everyone needs to check out Kitty’s blog KILLER KITTENS FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE. Be warned though, this kitten definitely has claws!