Consider a skunk with little horns. Mephitistopheles?
Did Pepé Le Pew ever meet Ma'am'selle Hepzibah?
Would a big tribble, the color of Admiral Kirk's hairpiece and equipped with ear-warming flaps, be an Ushatner? (And if it leaked a controlled amount of heat from head to ambient via a thermoelectric module, it could squirrel away energy to be emitted as a "coo" whenever enough was stored! Or... hm. External thermoelectric module with one side exposed and the other insulated. Cools down outdoors, then generates coo-power as it warms up indoors!)
Two other random-but-somewhat-serious ideas showed up this morning; one relates to a currently-dormant project for a client and appears to be not immediately useful (but worth filing away), and the other is utterly pointless but might become a product anyway, because fun-fun-silly-willy, and anyway it's sometimes worth putting a few days and a hundred bucks or so into R&D just to see if something will sell.
In preparation for a gathering of the descendant*, and the cobwebs having gotten rather out of control, I bought a new Sessions** this morning, my old one having (1) gotten rather messed up some time ago, and (2) been left out on the patio.
When I picked it up this morning, Southmoon and Top Hat promptly fled. Huckleberry was cautiously inquisitive. I'll show him! Brandishing the Long-Handled Cat Tickler, I tickled the cat for a while.
This, it seems, was a mistake. When I then proceeded to tickle the cobwebs, Huckleberry was dashing around trying to get to where the tickleball was, in Maximum Play Mode.
Now, if I could just teach him to jump up into the high corners and sweep up the cobwebs with his fur....
* All one of her.
** Or that other name that comes up as an autosuggest after "FBI director William"***.