Mosby? After the Grey Ghost? I like it. In fact, I had a rescue kitty named Mosby a few years ago.
It was a dark and stormy night. (really). I’d come back from a job interview out of town, and as I climbed the stairs to my apartment, I heard much hissing, spitting, and other sounds of impending feline combat. At the top of the stairs, I saw a large tom had corned this little ball of grey fluff, and was obviously about to kill it. The kitten was bowed up, snarling defiance, determined to die fighting if this was his time. I booted the tom down the stairs, rescued the kitten, and to reward his courage bestowed upon him the honored name.
Huh, just tried an interesting experiment. My cat is on my lap (and laptop) so I popped up the picture of Julian and moved it around. No interest at all. But if she sees a motionless cat on the far side of the patio door, it’s Condition Red. So…cats can’t perceive images on LCD screens? Or their vision is good enough so they can see the pixels and think “Heh, pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.”?
MLS and Beware of Doug, Mosby is solid gray with a little white patch on his chest. I blame the appearance of brown or mottled fur on my crappy photography skills, or the fact that his awesomnosity is too much for a mere camera to capture.