Where the blog got its name

My husband and I have this awesome cat Simon. He was raised by an urban pack of dogs in Fort Worth, TX.  In order to become alpha dog he had to walk up to a truck in a college parking lot to try to get a human to take him home. He jumped in the truck as soon as the door opened and curled up in the back seat like he owned that bitch. He then went to college with my Husband’s older brother, where he was known as the evil Simon. He would knock over people’s water glasses when they talked smacked to him. He would even fetch a small ball and bring it right back to the person to show them he is the boss so he then demanded to be held like a baby. Later he was back at the parents house ruling the dogs and the other cat. He would scratch up wood furniture only to prove he only has the house the way he wants it.  Long story short he doesn’t have his front crawls anymore and he lives in an 850sq ft. apartment with us. Ohh but that didn’t stop his alpha dog syndrome. He will use all 100 vocal ranges to get anyone’s attention.  He will get into the pantry to bring his minions (my husband and I) his bag of treats. He will use a different vocal note to signal he wants to be brushed and then roll over when he says your done with a side. If you pat your leg he comes running and stretches his paws out for you to hold him, carry him, and love on him the whole day. If you try to put him down he wraps his paws around you, because he is the boss and he doesn’t walk on his own or else you will hear about it.   The picture is of him today finally getting his way with the window. He meowed for five minutes, no lie, until I open the window.  So I opened it, well I guess I didn’t open it wide enough. He came and laid by my feet with his back facing me and I said “Simon was it not open wide enough” his tilted his head over his shoulder and meow while looking at me until I got up to open the window.