Showing posts with label new cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new cat. Show all posts

Tuesday, 4 September 2007

it's hard, thankless work

trying to civilize this new cat which has been living like a new-age traveller (i.e. feral) since it was abandoned. naturally it doesn't get on with the incumbent cat, which was also previously abandoned (beginning to see a pattern here). am tempted to call them "shi'ia" and "sunni" as they hate each other. as only girls can?

thanks for suggestions but am calling it "coco", on account of its chocolate colour and the fact that all femmes love upscale fashion labels. though for a minute there was tempted to call it "jolson".

Friday, 10 August 2007

trying the new cat on for size

thankfully the new cat has found something it likes more than brawling—eating. although putting a collar on it was an interesting experience. the cat is unusual. it has black whiskers and black pads on its paws (like it's just been fingerprinted by the police). it also sometimes forgets to retract its tongue. the mobile vet said to keep it inside, in home detention, for 4 weeks before letting it out, lest it do a runner. so i'm giving myself that time to come up with a name for it. it would be so much easier if it was one of those hairless cats. then i'd simply call it "hollywood". so far the names i'm considering are:
tunbridge wells
soccermom (it is a female)
and coco.
the first two are funny but defamatory (what could be more unflattering than the epithet "soccermom"?). coco is apt because it has a black bob and slender legs which reminds me of coco chanel. ultimately it doesn't really matter. as the other cat, cinnamon, has at least a dozen names. my favourites being:
turbulence
whirlwind
wheezy
gassy
hippo
dingus
tumbleweed
fatso
and streaky pants.

Monday, 6 August 2007

room for one more?

took delivery of a new (used) cat yesterday. do i have room for it? not really. but like my current cat, this one just turned up, abandoned at someone's door. you know the routine: the cat who came in from the cold. that's one advantage with cats. you don't need to go shopping for them.

this new cat is scary. scary evil. like it just sauntered off the pages of "the master and the margarita". and it's already beaten me up. badly. also beat up the mobile vet. badly. it has a dark face (like willie horton) which naturally suggests criminal proclivities.

now i just have to think of a name for it. so far the best i can do is "tunbridge wells". (it's a girl).