Endless names
There was something so compelling about Shadow. He was the baby of the family.
He was cute and hapless and helpless which made him all the more adorable.
We started calling him doe doe. Basically implying that he was not smart but it really was because he was so innocent. He literally was like a baby and was full of wonder. Then came the name Chateau. A different way of saying Shadow. That reflected his elegant side. He was after all dressed in elegant black. A little James Bond in his cat tuxedo. It was hilarious calling him with this high end European name.
I called him the bearded Master because he had a sprig of white on his chest that looked like a beard. He seemed to have all the answers of the Universe in his eyes so dark and deep. My job was to have him on my chest and stare intensely into those pools to get answers to lifes questions.
I loved calling him the Black Assassin because he obviously wanted to pursue his animal nature out in our yard and go after squirrels, rabbits, birds and whatever.He seemed to have that killer instinct and would quiver at the thought of a conquest and perhaps a meal.
I loved calling him Rinker Dinker. Not sure why. He had this cute long curved tail and elegant arched back and was like some circus performer elegantly prancing about. I kind of thought that would be his performer name.
Monkey was a no brainer. He was like a monkey. He had an expressive face that meowed with teeth showing in a plaintive manner. He was like those monkeys on the Wizard of Oz. Probably was in his past life. I loved how he would turn his head and look around with those wide eyes.He certainly was a monkey in our house and in this circus called life.
Cookie, Tae Kwon and Dosey all are followed by the word do or doe. I loved talking to him and calling him all sorts of names as he nervously squawked and crawled all over us and probed the bed and its surroundings. My interaction with him and his names was such a source of amusement for me.
Stinky. Why not? He was a little stinker. Always seemed to be into mischief. He
loved to interupt anything I had going with Smokey. Always wanted to reach out with the longest arm I have ever seen and pick at some food I was eating. I loved every detail of this little guy. Oh how I love him!
Creeper. Yeh he creeped. I loved making race jokes about him being black.
I just plain liked calling him a lot of different names.
Kyper. Not sure how to even spell it or if it is a word. He liked to Kype food. He was always hungry and wanted to snatch food that I was eating. His little face would fit right into one of the 16oz red water cups and unbeknownst to me he would drink my water when I was not looking. Mind you I have no problem swapping spit with my love of my life baby. Just loved calling him Kyper.
"TUNA"! He loved eating it and I loved calling him tuna. I never ever left the house without making sure he and his brother were ok first. Those stinkers would hide and not come out so I would yell tuna and clink a fork onto a glass to make it sound like I had some for them. I know that is dirty pool but sometimes I did get them real tuna. He had a hard time digesting food so I was not always sure about giving him some.
Baby. Well he was the baby of the family. When he finally started letting me hold him, get on my chest or jumped into my lap I was in heaven. After all, he was that being that we craved to love forever because real kids grow up, change and get argumentative.
Peanut. He was the cutest little peanut in the bunch. I can not begin to describe this little fellow and how sweet he was. The ultimate in being adorable.