neadods | The Naming of Cats

They're heeeeeeere!

stratfordbabe dropped off the kittens this afternoon. They're the first to actually leave her place, so it was an emotional time, but we raised (and pampered) Mulder and Gytha from when they were even younger, and now they're fine, loving adult cats.

Now that they have a home and are settling in, they need names. And the naming of cats, as we all know, is a difficult matter.

Currently Called Watson is an intrepid explorer; given the chance she marched right out of the bathroom where they're currently housed, walked right up to Mulder and sniffed him (he ran away, the coward), toddled down the hall sniffing and/or poking everything... until she was about 3 feet from the recumbent Kaylee, who was glaring at her. CCW stopped, thought, took a step, and Kaylee hissed furiously.

Currently Called Watson arched her infinitesimal back, turned sideways, and gave the world's tiniest hiss back. Which is when I caught her up and cuddled her away.

When

stratfordbabe went to say goodbye, CCW decided she wanted to be in her momma's lap. That

stratfordbabe was kneeling at the time only meant that CCW needed to deploy claws not to slide off.

CCW's going to be a handful, and needs a name to match. Usually I stick with fannish names and terms, but a real explorer has possibilities. Something exotic, I think, what looked like a tabby in her first picture is definitely developing the classic bengal spots as she grows.

Currently Called Idris (or, if Mo gets her way, Holmes) explored all around the bathroom where they're housed and purrs loudly when played with or touched. But she lets CCW go first, to the point of staying in the bathroom with the toys rather than go out and explore when CCW went down the hall.