About
The Kat has been prowling the entertainment and media jungles since he was a wee lad. He turns 50-hummina-hummina, this summer, which makes him old enough to remember Methuselah’s recipe for dirt and recall Sisyphus’ discovery of rock-n-roll. In his spare time, Kat enjoys polishing the number 42 with his Hitchhiker’s hand towel.
rough around the edges – January 2010
He’s a proud father of three, a stunned grandfather of three more and a recovering morning radio clown with a bad case of foot-in-mouth disease.
He loves Shakespeare, Calvin & Hobbes and dark chocolate. Kat’s silly and successful reign as the furrier half of Jennifer & the Kat on Magic 106 was rated the #1 morning radio show in Santa Barbara, California.
The Santa Barbara Media Committee honored them for their entertaining service to the community, plus Jennifer & The Kat were voted #1 in the Santa Barbara Independent Reader’s Poll.
If you’re still not sufficiently impressed, please note that Kat – on a dare by his favorite morning radio clown – inhaled three huge wedges of Mud Pie in one sitting at the Original Enterprise Fish Company . . . without barfing. This stunt will not be repeated by him in this lifetime. He’s still sugar-shocked and waiting for his tongue to thaw.
My daughter, grandmother and two granddaughters
Kat is a writer, voice-over talent and on-air personality whose affable charm, quick wit and self-deprecating sense of humor is readily appreciated by audiences wherever he goes. Through laughter, fun and a pinch of seriousness, he puts his listeners at ease, which allows a new way of being and possibility to emerge for living, growing and becoming more than they were before the encounter.
He believes in the power of Now and knows we’re one with everything, but occasionally forgets where he put some of it. Playing Devil’s Advocate, Kat enjoys peeking out from behind Mr. Microphone, ever ready to pounce upon opposing viewpoints, while keeping a few bon mots and insights hidden in the toes of his big clown shoes.
Excerpts from Previous Posts
That the Academy Awards are watched by a billion people is an unsurprising, yet sad indictment of the human race’s ability to collectively numb itself to reality, like we needed further proof, lately, as Paris, Britney and Anna have become the poster-celebs for narcissism.
Monkey See, Monkey Doo Doo



