I have always thought it was presumtious of people to give their cat a name. The cat will tell you his name in due time. Case in point, my late friend Rascal, the most aptly named animal in history. He has crossed the rainbow bridge and is pestering my father to no end.

As to my current herd (Pictures here):

Prophecy's Splocthington Sonar Underfoot, AKA Splotch AKA Splootchee AKA Poochee (Yes, a cat named Poochee!)
Prophecy's Fuzzworthy Five O'Clock Shadow AKA Fuzzee AKA Foozzilah AKA Get yer Fuzzee butt off the table
and last, but not least, their saintly mother Classytouch Minnie Mouse of Prophecy AKA Minnie AKA Stinkydoodle AKA Kissums AKA MY GIRLFRIEND!
They have countless other names, of course depening on their mood, my mood and the time of day.

I've considered myself a cat person all my life, but I have never had such loving cats before. They are cuddle bugs, not just because of their lack of fur. Minnie will crawl out of a warm pile of towels to come and sit in my lap.

I'm a sad case and I need help, but at least I realize it!

WD