I suppose it's time to write about the cat (remember the cat?) She is my baby, and one spoiled rotten cat. I got her from the SPCA a few years back. I decided it was time for me to have my very own pet (and I would love him and squeeze him and name him George...) I really wanted a dog, but I was travelling a lot for work and I knew I didn't have the time to take care of a dog. I didn't think it would be fair for me to get a dog and then be gone 3-4 days a week. So I decided to get a cat. A cat does just fine for a few days by itself as long as it has food, water and a place to p&p. I wanted a cat that was reasonably affectionate and not necessarily a kitten either. In fact, I wanted an older cat so I wouldn't have to try and teach it not to claw everything in sight. So off to the SPCA I went.
I was looking at all the kitties in there, and of course, I wanted to take them all!! Eventually, I spoke with a volunteer who told me about this cat "Midnight" that was older and very sweet, a 6-yr old male cat and brought me to the cage. There was the cat, lying on its side back towards everyone. I called, "midnight... This cat flicked the tail at me, then looked at me, and looked away, as if to say, "whatever." The sign on the door said this cat had been there since March, and it was now July. No wonder.
Ok, let's see how this cat and I get along. Off to the private room we went. Kitty walked around, sniffed here and there, and was reasonably cat-like and pleasant. I didn't think the name fit, as this cat wasn't all black..it was black and white and acted quite...dainty?? But, I was able to hold this kitty, and we got along just fine. I didn't have supplies at home to bring kitty home, so I had to come back.
Oddly enough, when I went to get kitty, it turned out that there was a mix up and the cat I had bonded with happened to be a 3yr old female (also named Midnight.) And so I took her. She's been a great cat. The longer I have her, the more affectionate she's become.But the name Midnight never fit her. In fact, if I tried to call her that, she'd look at me and look away, as if to say, "I don't think so." It took me over a year to find a better name for her.
It finally happened when I had friends visiting me, and as usual, my little kitty was following me around the house. (She is a funny cat. I'll pick her up, and she complains the whole time..."mreow..meow..meeeeeoow..miao..." as she purrs!! I mean, she's a cat, she has to keep her dignity, no? ) So, my friends and I were hanging out, and being the mature adults that we are, we were looking up looney tunes and trying to find sound waves of various characters!! We looked up Pepe LePew, and one of my friends, looking at the cat, said, "hey, that's your cat!" And it was true. She acts the same! Le mew. le purr. Little Miss Thang.
But I didn't know the cat's name from pepe le pew. The next day, I called another friend of mine. She knows much more than I do about these types of important matters, and I asked her the cat's name from pepe le pew. She thought it was Penelope. It sounded right to me. Kitty was on the floor nearby, and I called, "Penelope." She looked right at me, "finally! you got it! it took you long enough!!"
So, little miss thang got her new name. I call her other things too....baby, twerp, my girl and stinker (you can guess about that one.) She has now endured two long car rides. She hates the car. And when I'm done here, she'll come with me to the next stop.Like I said, the longer I have her, the more affectionate she's become. I've gained her trust. She even lets me rub her stomach as she stretches and purrs. This never happened at the beginning! I think she knows she's with me for keeps.