Today, I wrote a letter to one of my best friends from home. In it, among other things, I talked about how much I want a Siamese cat.
And that got me to thinking, what would I name my kitty? In the past, I've had a Max (I didn't name him. My parents did), Jingle (somewhat long story for a parenthesis...it was Christmas, and I was watching a show about an elf named Jingle. I'll end it at that.), Giggles (because I have a serious case of the giggles, at all times), Phoebe (named after my favorite character from Friends), and Boo (we got her from a woman my mom works with, so she already had a name when we got her. This is the cat I still have right now.) There was also Snowball and Snowflake, but those were names my brother and I came up with for 2 cats who were brothers, based on the fact that it was winter when we got them. So, my cats' names usually have a minor meaning, albeit a meaningless one, if that makes sense.
Normal people think about names for their future children. I think about names for my future cats. Does that serve as proof that I'm destined to become a crazy cat lady? Perhaps, but I'm not concerned.
This is my kitty that I have now. Boo. Isn't she pretty? She's good at posing for my camera. :)
Hmmm...as for writing, I may be back later with that... I'm pretty blocked today, though. So I make no promises. Leave me some love in the comment box! <3