Lord, I don't know. My son has loved all cats and wanted one of his own from when he could first express himself. He had to wait 8 years until I finally felt we were stable enough to be fair to a cat. Somewhere in the middle of that time it came to our minds that when we finally did get a cat we'd call it Kipper. Don't know the reason for that one either, but it was another of my inexplicable left-brain ideas and we made a formal family pact about it. I guess I was thinking of someone like your Oscar thereOriginally Posted by Catty1
We had a grey tabby through my childhood who made me almost assume any other cat to enter our lives would be tabby too.
Anyway, move ahead several years and finally we're on our way home with this little grey wisp in its box on his lap and he's completely speechless with joy. I tend to keep promises, so I just found myself feeling uneasy and guilty as we got closer to home, and finally I came out with the confession I just somehow didn't feel like Kipper was the right name for her. All in the car agreed, and I said 'How about Limpet?' from left-field again, and it was done. She had the name before we even opened her box in the living room.
People tend to assume she got it because she must be clingy but it came to us before we'd even spent a whole hour with her. If I try to trace my logic at all, I think about the limpets I used to see on rocks in a whole other country. They were actually nothing like that picture so there must be many kinds. The kind in my mind were very small and neat and grey-blue in a grainy sort of colour texture. It was the smallness and neatness of them that did it. She WAS small, and just about the prettiest cat you ever saw.
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