Cats.

Yes, again. Bear with me. It’s short.

I know what non-cat people say. They say, among other ugly things, that cats don’t come when they’re called. That they take a message and get back to you. If you’re lucky.

Well, that certainly may be true but it’s not the cat’s bad. No. This is all the cat owner’s fault and I know this to be true since I am one.

Yesterday, as we were looking for one of the two who live here, I realized that only once, during that hour-long search, did we actually use the cat’s name.

His given name is Basil.

But, we don’t call him Basil. We call him other things. Lots of other things.

Here are a few of the things we call him.

Basilicious

Little-licious.

Wee-tiny

Wee-tine(short for wee-tiny)

Piglet

Bigboy

Sweetheart

Honeylamb

Preciouseone

Babydoll

Lamblet

Svengalibengali (he has some Bengal tiger in him….somewhere)

Sweetness

Goodboy

Handsome

Yourhighness

Prettyone

Dammit

Quitthatrightthisminute

Ohboyyouareinsuchdeeptrouble

Nowyouvereallydoneitbusterbrown

And on and on.

So, all you non-cat-lovers who think cats’ misbehavior is their fault, that it’s in their genes to be disobedient and aloof. Think again. Please.

Imagine how you’d feel if you lived somewhere where no one knew your name.

And neither did you.

 

Thanks to the understandably confused cat and catwisdom101.com for the image