The pet name game continued to be a version of Russian Roulette over the weekend. Or else, I am just a typical Libra that can't make up his mind. I thought by putting the name Roger down in print here on Saturday that it would solidify the process...but it just never seemed to fully stick.
As I mentioned in the last post, the new kitty did not have the warmest welcome from our existing animal kingdom. Elvis was a name we had considered early on - but it is one that requires pretty big shoes ( blue suede or otherwise)! So here we had this timid, tenative, tiny little thing and it just seemed as if Elvis was not cutting it. But slowly the little one has broken out of his shell...gained some confidence with his surroundings (and his housemates)...so it seemed like Elvis could fit...and also in the court of public opinion, Elvis seemed to get a better reaction than the admittedly more mainstream Roger (no offense to you Rogers out there).
So, we are going with Elvis for now...and since I just called the vet and told him that was his name, I guess we are sticking with it now. Yes, a vet visit already on day 3...oy!
He has one very teary eye (you can kind of even see it on the picture I posted), rubbing it quite frequently, and sometimes it is half-shut...so I am going in at 3:30 this afternoon just to get him checked out. Not sure what is going on... whether it was Lola's satanic swatting from early on...or if he is just have some reaction to his new surroundings...or a combination of both.
My family had a cat who travelled a lot with. Once, we took him to Graceland. We drove all the way to Memphis and then couldn't even go into the Mansion because cats aren't allowed on the tour. So we were parading him around the gift shop and someone said, "What a pretty cat. What's his name?" "Elvis," I replied, to shrieks and joyous hysterics. Even though the cat's real name was Lionel.
Posted by: Jon | Wednesday, August 04, 2004 at 12:41 AM