By Sweetie, youngest mischief maker and blogger
Good Monday morning, dear friends.
We were at a loss as to what to write this fine morning. Since it is our Civic Holiday I felt it was also our civic duty to produce a blog... short though it may be.
We are going to 'out' Grammy on how she finds names for us. Once upon a time it took weeks of thought, research and narrowing down of names. As time progressed one look and we had a name. What can we say? At least, our names fit us however they came about.
We said the blog may be short.... and now it is. Grammy's fickle finger hit the X and accidentally closed the blog before it was saved. She lost the bunny and current furry felines portions. Well, it may be just as well because she went into the archives and what do you know! There are blogs already written about our names. But here is the part that didn't delete. Hope it doesn't bore you.
When PussPuss (the first furry feline adopted) came along Grammy spent weeks finding a name for her. Puss Cat, PC, Pork Chop, were a few of the many names tossed around. Why names with initials P C you ask. Well, even Grammy isn't sure of the answer (possibly something to do with her early association with personal computers) but it doesn't matter because her name eventually evolved into PussPuss… and remained there for the rest of her life.
Malcolm, the little black ball of fluff was named after Malcolm X if you can believe it. Not that Grammy admired the X man or whatever, but both were black and his name was instantaneous the moment Grammy held him in her hand. There may have been a little influence from a recently published book about a cat and his companion called Malcolm and I. Not sure but very likely!
He was a little duffer only a few months old and recovering from three worm infestations, had a terrible cough from lung worms and had to be medicated and monitored for another week at the vet then a week of meds at home. But home he came and grateful to be indoors and cared for he became Grammy's love muffin and constant companion for 18 1/2 years.
After PussPuss passed and Grammy heard of another kitty needing rescued from euthanasia she went to visit him.... this long-haired Norwegian Forest Cat look-a-like stole her heart. A friend who had seen him at the vet suggested Wolfgang or Wolfy pronounced with a 'V' but at first sight he became Montague... a regal name for such a beautiful boy. As time went on Montague was shortened to Monty but he never lost his royal bearing ... even at his most mischievous.
For more stories about these three check out Into The Archives under Categories and read the blogs.
Anyone willing to share how your furries were named please leave a comment. Grammy would love to read them to us.
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