Sunday 13 March 2011

Why call people by their given name, when you can create your own...

Amongst my friends, we have a habit of naming people after things that remind us of them. For example a cute guy we used to ogle in college who had a tendency to wear jumpers with stripes was renamed the very inventive "stripy jumper". When we lived in england there was an old man who looked a bit like the living dead so he was renamed Mr Dead, you can see the pattern!


We do the same with animals so currently in our street we have a cat who rips open peoples rubbish and eats the contents, even though whenever i see him he always seems to have found a cheeseburger, thus he has been christened McFatty, there is a very long legged cat who we call Tall Cat and last but by no means least we have a fluffy tabby who looks identical to a cat husband had called Flea, so he is called Fake Flea!


The best cat on our street is a male tabby who is very chubby and has the oddest miaow i have ever heard, but he has the most sarcastic look on his face and he will stare you down, there's no question of that. We've just discovered he is Betsey's boyfriend when we caught her this morning cooing at him through the kitchen door. I don't know what she sees in him though because to me it feels like he's always judging me...perhaps this is a result of my own paranoia, but i took a picture just to make sure, but i had to take it from the bedroom window because he's a bit of a judge and run kitty...

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