Silly and Happy
Or Happy and Silly. It's all the same, really. No, I haven't been drinking. We've just been naming cats. I know they look a bit old to be unnamed still, but since they don't let me close enough to inspect, I haven't known their gender.
They fixed that for me the other day by play-chasing each other just outside the livingroom window. I spied on them till they caught me and ran. In their frollicking, both of them lifted their tails, and I'm about 96.236% certain they're females. It actually might explain the disappearance of the third one (remember, there were once three?). It was possibly a male, and the daddy got rid of the competition. That's my theory, anyway.
I'm not much of a feline behavioral scientist, though, so, back to the naming. The other day, I sat down with my daughter and asked her what we should call them. She came up with Happy. Why didn't I think of that? I could have just gone for gender-neutral names in the first place. You know, name them Pat and Terry. Anyway, so we then needed a name to go with Happy. I thought Silly might work out okay. So, the one on the left is Silly and the one on the right is Happy.
I really should have named them Hungry and Thirsty, though, because that's all they seem to want from me. But, hey, I've got my new socks, so what do I care if the cats don't let me pet them?
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