So I did a thing. You all know what I mean. Yes, it's a cat. I decided to adopt an older cat, thinking our resident troublemaker might take it easier on a fellow senior citizen. Spoiler alert: she did not. She's been throwing a feline fit ever since…
So I did a thing. You all know what I mean. Yes, it's a cat.
I decided to adopt an older cat, thinking our resident troublemaker might take it easier on a fellow senior citizen. Spoiler alert: she did not. She's been throwing a feline fit ever since. But hey, she's not as pissed off today as she was two weeks ago. Progress, right?
So, our new guy has been quarantining in a bedroom for a couple of weeks, following the typical "make sure he's not carrying the plague" protocol. It's also supposed to ease the feline meet-and-greet. Yeah, right. Instead, it has backfired a bit. Now he's refusing to leave the bedroom because it's his safe haven when Holly – our resident ne'er-do-well – starts pfffting at him.
Oh, and about that "older" part... I'm starting to think he's not as old as the rescue said. He acts like he's barely out of diapers and his teeth are suspiciously white and pointy. Teeth aside, his youthful exuberance might very well be because he's, shall we say, not the brightest bulb in the box. You could say he views life through rose-colored glasses. He's sweet as anything and wants to be loved – though he's not quite sure how to go about it. Another plot hole given the rescue implied he had been a pet. I have my doubts. Oh, and he chirps constantly. Like I said, he's adorable. Even if he is a few sardines short of a full can.
he sleeps like this
And this, dear friends, is where you come in. We've thrown every name at this cat, and nothing sticks. We've tried the classics like Fred, Jasper, Dewey, Toby, and Ollie, and even fun ones like Waffles, Cheerios, Toast, and Bob. Nothing fits. Like at all.
So, I'm begging you… what the hell do we name this cat?
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