I wanted to call her Liluminai Lekatariba Lamina-Tchai Ekbat de Sebat, because saddling a teeny tiny cat with a big long name is the sort of thing that I think is funny, and I’m also considering what would be fun to shout from the front porch of an evening, on the pretext of calling her in. But the guys aren’t going for it.
Waffles is cute – and a friend’s 8-year-old brother wanted to name their new dog Bagpipe, which I thought was great, but my kids are letting me down on this one – the Sniglet’s proposal was “SpongeBob.” Ignatz thinks Agrippina would be good; but both of the Agrippinas I know of met sticky ends, and besides, you just know it would be shortened to Aggie. Or Grippy.
DrBob votes for Lilith. We may all decide we can live with that, but it’s really not as much fun to yell off the porch.
Sigh. Such a dilemma. In other news, she will be coming home on June 11th, which is the day I get back from London. She’ll be six weeks old, which I think sounds a tad young, but the farmers (yep, she’s a farm cat) don’t want an extra two weeks of responsibilty. I did mention to TAFKAMND (the Artist Formerly Known as Mrs Next Door) that we were going to fetch the cat when she was 8 weeks old, and she said that actually, kitty psychologists have found that it’s better to leave them with their mother for ten full weeks. Better for their emotional development, I guess…
Song du jour of the day: The Flat Earth, by Thomas Dolby.