We Have a Cat

We have a cat, her name is Cat. Officially, her name is Cleo, but we just call her Cat.

Why do we do this? It makes me feel somewhat like Holly Golightly, whose cat was named Cat. By similarly naming my pet, some of Audrey Hepburn’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s elegance rubs off on me.

Mike likes the name "Cat" because it sounds silly, and it reminds him of some Thai Marines we hung out with one evening on a Thai Royal Marine base. When we got up to buy a drink, the senior Marine motioned us to sit down and explained, “We have a boy, HEY. . . BOY!” Boy promptly fetched us beverages. We think it is endlessly funny to say to each other, “We have a cat, HEY. . . CAT!” But Cat doesn’t bring us anything to drink.

Finally, it fits with the fish’s name: Fishy-poo.

I think that our child’s name will be Kid. HEY. . . KID! And he can call us Mommy and Daddy.