Here Kitty Kitty
The furball has come out from under the bed. She’s not quite ready to join the family yet, but she’s making it known that she will not be ignored, either. She’s more than happy to hide, tantilizingly out of reach, so long as she’s got an audience. But, should we have the audacity to get on with our lives, she sudden appears, with a mew that is an endearing combination of indignant, piteous, and imperious, to put us in our places.
She’s still without a name; it appears I used up all my whimsy and creativity on the less cool pet, which, come to think of it, seems only fair. The Ladies’ rather uninspired suggestions of “Blackie” and “Fluffy” were summarily rejected, and I was unable to convince them that “Sheba” or “Pagan” would be the perfect name for our little black ball of fluff. They were equally unimpressed with my fallback suggestion of “‘George.” At one point, Diva Girl suggested that we rename Princess Sparklefairy and bestow her moniker on the cat. I feel dirty to say that I considered it, but ultimately decided that the only thing the poor fish has going for it in the face of such undeniable cutelness is its cool name.
Right now we’re leaning towards “Nyx,” but much though I love the name, I’m not sure if I’m committed yet. But if we don’t come up with something soon, the poor thing is going to think “here, kitty kitty!” is actually her name. Who knew naming a pet would be so hard? I sure didn’t have this much trouble with The Ladies’ names!