You may recall my previous request for assistance in naming my new kitten. There were a lot of good suggestions offered, and some are still under consideration, with “Digit” a leading candidate among them. And yet, and yet…
So I’m still waiting for the kitten’s name to make itself known, but I have a new candidate: Spooner.
Here’s how it came to me: This little guy is a major snuggler, I mean he will find me in my recliner, say, snug into my lap, and stay there for hours if allowed. When I have to get up I can pick up his happily limp little body and drape it over the nearest surface, without protest from him. He’ll curl up there, wait for me to do whatever and return to my chair, then slip back onto me. He also loves to drape himself over my chest and shoulder.
So, from that, the name “Draper” popped into mind. It certainly fits, and yet, it doesn’t quite sit right (plus it makes me think of Draper Labs). So I went hunting through a couple of online thesauruses and eventually came to the verb “to spoon”. Well, he does that with me at night, although given our respective sizes I’m the soup spoon and he’s the teaspoon. So: “Spooner”.
I like the sound of it, and besides, there are some notable humans with that name. To wit:
The Spooners of Porthmadog - a family of railway engineers who in the nineteenth century made important contributions to the development of narrow gauge railways both locally and throughout the world.
Richard Spooner - an internationally successful show jumping rider, the tenth person to pass the one million dollars mark in prize money won.
Lysander Spooner - an American individualist anarchist, proto-libertarian, abolitionist, all-around free radical crank and prolific writer of fiery screeds against the trammeling of individual liberty (born in Athol, MA) who started his own postal service to compete with the US Post Office (the government forced him out of business, but his competition forced the USPO to cut its notoriously high rates).
And of course, the greatest Spooner of them all, the one whose surname has eponymously come to stand for that often hilarious mangling of the language we all fall prey to now and then: William Archibald Spooner - the gentle, kindly, learned Oxford don famous for what came to be known as spoonerisms:
So, what say you all?
Ah. You say you want to see more pictures. Okey-doke:
Meeting the Roomba - which didn’t so much intimidate as confuse and intrigue him. In fact, he followed it around, bouncing close and away, once even rebounding off it when their paths abruptly crossed.