I might have mentioned that I’ve predeterminedly named our next two kittens Jack Dawkins, the Artful Dodger, and Oliver Twist (even though they won’t be the kittens pictured in that post).
However: At our church picnic this weekend, we had a trivia “night” in the afternoon (which we, the North Side Mind Flayers, won, of course, but as I explained to my youngest, “We don’t gloat; we just win.”). One of the categories was Entertainment, and as I am the court jester (and not much of the court answerer these days), I said, “Existentialism? I AM ON IT!” Ah, but we never have a Philosophy category (although we always have a Disney category, which we won somehow, and a Sports category, where we held our own after many years of humiliation on it).
But, in the gag, suddenly, the next kitten name came to me (well, suddenly, today): Meowsault, L’Étranger.
You might laugh now and say, “Ah, but Brian J., you’re topped up on cats these days.”
So it might be.
But when I was thinking about getting a cat thirty years ago, I favored the name Machiavelli which I thought I would shorten to “Mach.” Now, I know him as Nico.
And I later quipped that “Meow’Dib” would be a good name for a cat…. And here we are.
So perhaps in a decade or so we will be onto Dodge, Twist, Meowsault, and maybe some of the Lovecraftian cat names.
