What's so weird is that these humans keep on tossing names at my like I'm supposed to respond. I just stare at them. "Midnight" "Charlie" "Fluffy"...if you've heard it, they tried it on me. Nothing. I just stare at them. They were talking about taking a couple of weeks to figure it out, maybe wait until I'm feeling better and they can see the "real" me. As long as I'm by the heater vent, I don't suppose I care.
They started getting weird. The lady human, who is referring to herself as "mom"...starts talking about this really great website. It's a prince name generator she says. Oh no! Did I end up with a bunch of loonies or what? All she has to do is hit a button and she ends up with endless goofy names, for example "Prince Maurice Laurence Rupert de Lyfeld"...is she kidding me?
At this point, "hey you" is sounding pretty good. Call me anything, just don't call me late for dinner, ok?
So after 3 days behind the couch I decided that maybe it would be ok to come out. This "mom" person has this flashy box, but I think it's ok. I have continued to stare at her while she continues to talk to me. She even tried calling me "Rumpelstiltskin"! I have responded by meowing loudly throughout the night. I know she wants to pet me cause I'm so handsome, but for now she is holding back. I can see it's hard on her. Apparently I look like her beloved departed Jonathan.
So now I'm being told that on Friday I have a really big day planned. That is the day I go back to the v-e-t and get my hoo-ha-ectomy...plus I'm going to get a microchip. That means they better get busy on a proper name for me. It better not be Rumpelstiltskin...
xoxo Mr. B, the cat soon to be formerly known as Bojangles
***UPDATE*** Please vote for my new name! If you don't like the choices, add your idea in the comment section.