Shoot, we have pictures of the indoor cat in the sink, in the dishwasher, in the washing machine . . .
I’m glad you’re coming up with an interesting name for him. Believe it or not, your little Spooner looks a lot like a stray I started feeding awhile back. I usually do a pretty good job of “naming” various cats based on their appearance.[sup]1[/sup]. No luck this time. The only thing distinctive about him was an intact set of gonads. So I wound up calling him Tom. (Thomas T. [for the] Cat, sometimes; and after discovering that he is a Maine Coon, sometimes MC Tom.) He’s proven to be an affectionate (if hefty) critter - I can’t imagine how he wound up homeless.
There is a neighborhood cat I call Moe. It is white with a few large black splotches, one of which is on the top of its head; from head on it reminds me of Moe Howard of the Three Stooges. (That one is lucky; usually I call cats with such markings Squad Car, cuz they’re black-and-white units. Get it? :rolleyes: )
The other cat facing the camera in the ears to you could not look more annoyed at the mere existence of Spooner (or whatever hiss name turns out to be)
I’ve got two sinkaholics, but they’re in the sink for the drink. Eddy and Sophie both love to lap from a dripping faucet, and every time I use the upstairs bathroom one, the other, or both will get up on the edge of the sink and expect me to turn the faucet on. Then, if they’re both there, they engage in a staring standoff to see who’ll blink first, scooch down to drink, and get indignantly whapped by the other for shoving in first.
Eddy’s got his own bizarre faucet-drip-drinking technique. He’s such a large cat, it’s difficult for him to get his head positioned at the right angle under the low-slung bathroom faucet. So he tips it almost sideways, slides it underneath the drip, and lets the drops land near the corner of his eye, roll down his cheek, and slide into the corner of his busily lapping mouth.
That’s Peanut, the next youngest, and he’s actually fairly friendly with Spooner.* The kitten will fling himself upon Peanut and they’ll wrestle happily. Peanut tends to take the uppermost position and uses his considerable heft to smush Spooner’s head despite the kitten’s frantically kicking hind feet.
*There! I used it as a name for the little guy! I guess it’s official now.
I’ve been addressing the kitten as “Spooner” (not that he pays any attention, of course), but have experienced an odd thing: what’s been coming out of my mouth has been “Schooner” – not a bad name for a seacoast cat, is it?
Whaddaya mean, I’m WAAAAYYYYYY overthinking this name business?
Listen, my cats get called by their *actual *names about, oh…maybe 20% of the time? Mostly when they’re in trouble? Otherwise, it’s Mollykins, Mollywolly, Little Girl, for Molly. Punkenstein, Lard Cat, Punkin Pie for Punky, and Wee-Kitty, Shithead or Long Cat for Rio.
