Cat Name Expansion
We took Contessa Kittenworth to the vet last week. (Okay, I sent Dirk to take her to the vet while I was at work... but the concept is there.) Not much notable about that, the rabies booster and the poop analysis and then the thing we thought was ear mites was some kind of ear infection and she really is not loving the ear-drops, but the thing that was new and exciting was showing her old records from the Humane Society to the vet here. According to a line we'd never noticed before, her name by her previous owners was "Velly".
What is "Velly"?? It sounds exotic. Does our cat speak Hungarian or something? The name on her cage, which I assumed had been given her by a loving 2-year-old, was apparantly the fault of the shelter workers: "Kitty Cat" (which kind of works with the typical shelter names "Cookie" "Midnight", "CatCat", etc - not much imagination.). When we named her Contessa Kittenworth (Dirk went so far as to call her Contessa Francesca Kittenworth the third, but that never really stuck), it was, admittedly, so that we could call her TessaKitty or KittyKitty without any qualms. Now apparantly she used to be Velly - not that she seems to care one whit about any of that. She reliably comes to either "here kitty kitty" or the shaking of her food bucket, and that's good enough for me. But still... Velly??
This has resulted in a new name, which seems appropriate as she barrels around the apartment at about 11pm:
Contessa Velocipede Kittenworth.
What is "Velly"?? It sounds exotic. Does our cat speak Hungarian or something? The name on her cage, which I assumed had been given her by a loving 2-year-old, was apparantly the fault of the shelter workers: "Kitty Cat" (which kind of works with the typical shelter names "Cookie" "Midnight", "CatCat", etc - not much imagination.). When we named her Contessa Kittenworth (Dirk went so far as to call her Contessa Francesca Kittenworth the third, but that never really stuck), it was, admittedly, so that we could call her TessaKitty or KittyKitty without any qualms. Now apparantly she used to be Velly - not that she seems to care one whit about any of that. She reliably comes to either "here kitty kitty" or the shaking of her food bucket, and that's good enough for me. But still... Velly??
This has resulted in a new name, which seems appropriate as she barrels around the apartment at about 11pm:
Contessa Velocipede Kittenworth.