Alter Ego

Last night at dance class, a lanky gal with great hair asked, "Where's Kitty?"  I've been taking this class for 10 years.  This is the first time anyone has ever uttered the question, "Where's Kitty?" "Who's Kitty?"  I asked.  Lanky Gal looked at me like I'd just dropped in from Mars. "Oh come on, SJG.  Kitty.  Kitty Slurp.  You stand next to her all the time."  "What?!!!!!"
"Marjorie.  I still call her Kitty."  Lanky Gal has been taking this class since she was 15, so she's privy to all kinds of historic dish. "Back up," I said. "Start from the beginning.  Tell me everything."  "You're not going to use this in your blog, are you, SJG?"  "Oh, hell yes."  "Use my name and I'll hurt you."  Lanky Gal teaches Pilates.  She could bend me into a permanent pretzel.  "Oh, fine, start talking!"  "For a long time, Marjorie went by the name Kitty Slurp.  In class, she'd dance like a cat and purr and lick her paws."  "You are making this up!" I said.  Lanky Gal summoned over another long-time devotee of our teacher.  "Tell SJG who Kitty Slurp is."  Of course, the gray-haired stunner confirmed that Marjorie was indeed Kitty Slurp. "Kitty Slurp sounds like a porn name," I said, whereupon Lanky Gal gave me a meaningful shove.  "You're sick, SJG."  "I'm sick?  You don't see me asking you to call me Kitty Slurp."  "No," said Lanky Gal, "but you insist we call you SJG, and make us bow when you walk in."  "Meow," I said, and pirouetted back to my throne in the center of the room.