Had only one cat, and she was really my husband's delight, but she outlived him by quite a few years. We had been riffing on the speech of a character in CS Lewis' Narnia world, the Marshwiggle. Every thing was "this-wiggle" or "that-wiggle," and the anonomyous puddy who was a frozen New Year's Eve rescue was "Puddywiggle!" very soon. This morphed into Peawig, which she remained, a tortie with seagreen eyes and ombre whiskers. She also remained partial to men, and would pick a man's lap over a woman's if she had the choice. Phil Cooper can attest to this.

Joanne in Cleveland in inter-cattium