Not chatty related but I’ve always wanted to name a cat Cecil Adams.
After two days wandering he came home this morning. (I’m sure he thought he was home the whole time; just in a different part of his range.)
For now, at least, he’s Omer Homer. (It occurs to me that there was another Homer who was pretty good at talking --)
He very much likes pancakes; though that may have to do with the fact that I’d cooked them in butter. (He’s also downed quite a bit of cat food, and collected a lot of pats.)
Total cat loaf.
In every possible way.