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[apocalypsos]

So I tried to call my brother today and got my mom on the phone, because I forgot Bryan was going to Arizona on a school trip this weekend. And she was going to her graduation today, so hey, good for her.

Anyway, the cats. Rudy died, so my parents are getting a new kitten. (It's not like they're doing it to get a replacement or anything, but it's my mom's Mother's Day present.) And yeah, it's Siamese, too -- my mom refuses to get any other kind of cat -- and it's a little boy, and it'll be ready on Wednesday for them to pick up, which means when I go home in a couple weeks, the kitten will be about ten weeks old. (He'll be so, so, sooooo teeny and I'll die of the cute. I can predict this right the hell now.)

It's the name thing that's getting to me. I said, "So, what are you going to name it?" My father, apparently, wants Chubby. (I'm sorry, but have you seen what a typical Siamese body looks like?) My mom wants Noodles. Yes, Noodles. I told her that I thought her kitten-naming gland was broken. And my suggestions were quickly killed, because I said either Homer or Kermit and they're both saying they want a name that nothing else has. Oooo-kay.

Help me out here. Right now, at their house, there's Cooper, Spencer, Jasper, Owen, Niles, and Simon. We've also had Rudy, Oliver, Logan, Duffy, Chester, Duncan, Cleo, and Forrest. Anybody got any good suggestions for cat names? I'm trying to get them to give the kitten a name that's an actual name and won't give the poor thing a complex or make visitors think my parents are on crack. (Noodles?!)

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[purple-smurf.livejournal.com]

Of course, you also get cats who complain when you pay more attention to the computer than to them. Am currently being harassed by such a cat. It's like, "dude, not only are you not lighting the fire for me to mate with, but you won't go back to bed so I can curl up with you. What's up with that?!"

Although I'm sure Jasper doesn't speak quite so much like Seth Cohen.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I haven't been around for most of the time my parents have had Spencer, but he's so totally that kind of cat who doesn't understand why you're playing with that funny box when you could be petting him. In fact, he's absolutely confused why you would want to do anything but pet him.

He means well, but he's a total accident-prone dork, too. He likes to jump into the kitchen sink, and the last time he did it, he burned his paw on a skillet my mother was using. The goofy dope's been wearing a cone on his head for eight weeks now because every time they take it off, he starts chewing at his bandages.