So… exactly how LONG SHOULD a family pet go without a name? Because it’s been 2.5 months that we have had a little gray kitten with no name.
It’s a funny story. I always wanted a little gray kitten named “Truly.” One of my favorite movies growing up was “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” and I thought Truly Scrumptious was absolutely one of the most beautiful human beings on the planet. I also thought “Truly” was a pretty name. I imagined a sweet, darling, little kitty named Truly.
So when a friend of ours found a very, tiny, gray, girl kitty, I knew it was mine. The thing had to just be mere weeks old. It could fit in the palm of your hand. Without asking my husband, I ran to pick it up. When I came home, there was a sign on the door greeting me that said “NO CATS ALLOWED” signed from the dog.
The only problem is that a few weeks into our adoption, “Truly” started showing some very big signs of being a male. Everyone said “Truly” still fit fine for a boy, but I wasn’t convinced. I just started calling it “cat” until I could decide for certain. And “cat” it has remained.
The only problem is that Cat is not really a good cat – definitely not the sweet, little, lap darling I imagined. He (we still say “she” half the time) is now quite the mess. HE jumps up on the counters, refuses to use a clean litterbox, scratches the children, terrorizes the dog, and wreaks havoc on my new carpet – and my new, used couch. So, after weeks of this nonsense, outside he went.
Cat needs a name more suited to his personality – Rascal, maybe. Perhaps the name should be a bad dude’s name – like I imagine Axel or maybe even a mafia member's name. Vito Corleone sounds like a name of a cat that terrorizes everyone just for the fun of it.
I still believe in this cat. When it is inside and I come home from work, it jumps up on the bathroom counter to climb up my torse and put his paws around my neck like he’s giving me a hug. Of course, I melt! Awww… I rub and hold him til he purrs so loud the chickens are jealous.
Five seconds later the cat is pooping in my bathtub for some reason. I don’t get it. If you’re out there and you’re a vet, or a cat lover and you have any advice, I welcome it!
I think Cat just wants attention. But like any child, the more he is bad, the less attention he gets. The less attention he gets, the worse he gets. It’s a horrible cycle. So, I listen to his pitiful cries outside.
I attempted to let Cat back in the house one day after feeling sorry for the poor thing. I was making myself a sandwich. When I turned to put the mustard back in the fridge, Cat had jumped up on the counter and grabbed my ham and was taking off across the living room with it.
In case you’ve never tried it, it’s VERY hard to yell at an animal with no name… “CAT!!”
One of my other favorite childhood movies was, “That Darn Cat” with Hayley Mills.
THAT DARN CAT!!
