He’s been home for almost two days, but we can’t decide on a name. I like song names, like Tennessee Jed or Ginseng Sullivan. In that spirit, my husband suggests Poster Nutbag. I have altered my will to ensure that this will not take place even over my cold, dead body. More reasonable contenders are Toby, Nebby, or Itchy.
He’s five months old, but I think he’s going to be a very mellow fellow when he wears out his kitten energy. He’s black, with white tipped paws (not big enought to properly be called mittens), a white heart-shaped collar, and a white isoceles triangle on his nose. He looks like a Puritan (Increase? Cromwell?) or maybe Amish (Ebenezer? Scylla?). He was originally found in a dumpster (Oscar’s such a cliche). He likes eating and capnip (Farley? Belushi?); he hates baths.