Christening the Cat

Some humanoids despise house cats, but I refuse to be without one.  A cat in the house will eat its own food and go to the bathroom in its own spot.  A mouse in the house will eat MY food and go to the bathroom in MY FOOD.  A cat in the house prevents a mouse in the house.  Practical.  Logical.

Or, I could be some sort of codependent who therefore needs someone to rule me, and who better to rule than a cat?  But I’ll stay in denial and stick with my original reasoning.

I do draw the line at the number of cats in the house.  One.  Only one.  Naturally we currently have two housecats plus three newborn kittens, and a little one recovering from a broken pelvis who can’t move out till she’s spayed because labor and delivery would re-break her pelvis if she ever had a family.

Since we live on a small piece of rural property, we like to keep a few cats outside.  They stop the mice from getting into the house in the first place, and if we have enough of them around there’s always at least one providing an absurd distraction as needed.  “The Precious, did you finish your term paper?”  The Precious: “Umm…look at Teaspoon and Chewables, they’re executing the dog!”

Today we discussed naming a new cat we took in yesterday.   I suggested Newton, because the cat is, well, new.  The Precious suggested Clint (Barton) after Jeremy Renner’s Avengers character, but I’m pretty sure the cat is a girl and I’m pretty sure The Precious is mocking me because he thinks I’m obsessed with Jeremy Renner.  Lefty, diplomatic fellow, decided to name it Barton Newton.  It really doesn’t matter what we name the cat because Hunneypunkin frequently re-names and nicknames the pets anyway.

Did you know Jeremy Renner sings?