I haven’t named a cat since I was teenager: they’ve all been hand-me-downs. Agnes, Wednesday, Shannon, and Jake.
We get to name the gerbils and reptiles, though.
My two girls were Cleopatra, and Holly.
Cleo was like the cat on the Fancy Feast commercial, only she was blue gray and had a heart shaped white spot on her neck. She was a talker, but very high maintenance . Holly was a tan tabby, rescued right before Christmas, and very very pregnant.
I kept her name because I liked the Christmas Miracle aspect and Red Dwarf is my favorite TV show of all time.
42 degrees, 64%
I wanted to stay in bed but Sparkle thinks because it is light outside, it’s time for me to get up. She has been emptying her bowls on a regular basis, but I’m thinking if I give her more food, she will begin to put on weight. And I think 8# is heavy enough. She’s not a big kitty and never will be. I don’t want her having any health problems.
I always wait for the cat or dog or bird to tell me what their names are. THEY know who they are, but they can’t tell us.