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Luke is nothing if not predictable. There are certain things I can count on that he would never do. He’d never sing karaoke. He’d never eat a hotdog. He’d never wear a shirt with a store logo emblazoned across the front. Before yesterday, I would have sworn he’d never show mercy towards a stray animal.
Until yesterday.
That would be the day that he brought home a white, scrawny kitten abandoned at our local gas station. Apparently, it was running between the cars pumping gas (the cat wasn’t pumping the gas – the people were) and he was afraid it was about to get hit. So, in total un-Luke fashion, he put it in the back of the truck and brought it to the house.
The kids fell in love right away and begged to keep it. However, I tried to explain that whether you keep a cat is not up to you at all. It’s whether the cat decides to keep you. We fed it some milk, a little meat, and sure enough this morning the cat was still here. Dern. If the thing was going to stay it needed a bath and since Luke’s quota on compassion towards the animal kingdom has been met for the rest of his life, the job was mine.
I want y’all to know that crazy cat actually let me bathe it, in water, with barely a wiggle. I’ve never seen anything like it. In fact, it purred. I’ve not ever been a huge fan of felines, but if a cat is going to take up residence at my house I at least want it to be grateful for The Promised Land into which it has been delivered.
The next issue was what to name it. Luke said he thought it was a girl (double dern) so I voted for Providence. The Girl said, “Mommy, what does Providence mean?” I explained that it was meant to be for the cat to belong to us since God caused our paths to cross. Girl said, “Mommy, the kitty is never going to understand that.” So, the kids came up with Nancy instead. Nancy. Because the kitty is going to understand Nancy over Providence, perhaps? All I know is that Nancy was better than Snow Belle, Snow Flake, or Snow Ball.
Tonight after church we played a few more games of volleyball and the kids decided to bring the kitten over to show their friends. Luke had said he was pretty certain it was a girl and because that’s just our luck, I went along. It dawned on me to confirm by asking the crew if anyone knew how to tell if a cat was a boy or a girl. Seriously, y’all. I have no idea how to tell and if I never learn the rest of my life, that is fine by me. Because, well, ewww.
So imagine my delight when Clay, someone who’s cat gender identification skills I trust, pronounced “That’s a boy.” Are you sure? Yes, pretty sure. A couple more people took a look and they concurred. We had a boy.
A boy named Nancy.
So now the search for a new name is on. The boys are leaning on Bartholomew. I’m liking Abraham since he’s a wanderer. Right now I’m just grateful he can’t have kittens. Though his descendants be as the sands of the seashore, at least they won’t be living in my yard.
And please don’t lecture me on the spay/neuter program. We’ll determine what to do about that at a later date if it looks like Abe will survive the highway in the front yard and the dogs who wander through town in the back.
For now, let me introduce you to the boy with no name. (The cat, not the child)..
We’d love to hear your suggestions?
p.s. Blech. I just noticed all the black nasty in its ears. Looks like we’ll be Qtipping tomorrow.
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24 Responses to “A Boy Named Nancy”
Well, well, well….
How about Frosty. You need to keep it to 2 syllabels or less.
He is beautiful.
I thought I told you about the difference between males and females.
Love ya,
I just had that black stuff in my dog’s ear…and it was an ear infection! Seriously. Something to consider. But, my dog’s ears smelled. But, I won’t suggest you smell Nancy’s (ha ha) ears unless you actually want to! :-)
Lisa @ The Preacher's Wife
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August 13th, 2009 at 8:08 am
I can assure you Tara that I will not be smelling Nancy’s ears any sooner than I will learn how to see if it’s a boy or a girl..lol ewww I think he’s just nasty from being neglected.
Too funny! I’m going to send a few folks your way to read this. :) blessings, marlene
Abraham is very fitting especially if you don’t have him neutered. He will continue to wander to and fro in the neighborhood to find his princess.
He’s beautiful.
Zeus?
Caesar?
Sphinx?
As far as the black in his ears…sounds like ear mites. You will need so drops to get rid of them. Do you hear your pockets going cha-ching cha-ching.
How about Charity?
Isaac? It sounds like Luke spared him from being the proverbial sacrifice on the petroleum altar. Or, something to that effect. Something that sounds more sensible and less pretentious, perhaps. But I still like Isaac.
I like Abraham, since I have never seen a boy cat that wasn’t a wanderer.
I LOVE Abraham and I also LOVE Isaac.
I say, just like on a test at school, you go with your gut. And your gut said Abraham. and you can shorten it to Abe when you’re in the mood for one syllable. I like it!
We’re big proponents in our home of naming our animals people names. Just sounds better, we think. You really can’t go wrong with Abraham OR Isaac.
Hey, you should nickname him Number Five though. Because you sometimes call your children by number (I love it!) and you KNOW this is going to be like having another child to care for…. :)
Dirty Harry Ears.
Solomon because he looks so solemn. You can get ear mite drops at Wal Mart fairly cheap. Check with your local Humane Society, and they may have cupons to get nuetering done cheap.
Don’t be surprised if he “claims” you as his person. You will be the one feeding and watering.
I’m so not a cat person! I suppose that’s why this is funny on so many levels to me.
(Laughing with you, of course.)
(You ARE laughing?)
Oh I just read the above comment and have to say Solomon is nice. I like that. But I also like Bartholomew. ‘Cause cats mew. Or meow. Or whatever. I really like it.
Got a bad feeling about Abraham. He really could be the father of many kittens, you know. *Shudder* to think you’d have lots of future followers.
You know, because naming a cat is so prophetic and all.
I’m lovin’ this. Really.
Hey Lisa — so excited about your new space at church. That’s wonderful. When DD1 got married last year I took her bedroom as my snazzy office — and the lime green walls work well for my spirit. After years of working in the basement, I love being above ground.
As for cats…. I love them! Our baby girl just got a kitty — Oliver…. don’t know why she picked the name but it works.
Ok that is one cute cat!!
and the fact that he purred while being bathed
and was delivered from a life
in the pit makes me think
of Moses
You could call him Mo for short – hehe!
love ya girl
Praying over this weekend!
Kim
Abe sounds good to me. Then you can call him Abraham if he’s, say, done a woopsy in the house.
I have sooooo many stories about “Momma Cat” who wondered up to our house many years ago. Yes, she was named that because she had her some babies shortly after she arrived. I’ll end the story there. ;)
I think you should name him Nancy and leave it at that!! Ha!
On another note, my older brothers went to school when I was born and said, “I have a baby sister named Mark.”
Cats are wonderful pets, good for kids and ours even woke my husband up by getting on his chest while sleeping to a fire outside. She kept jumping up on him until he woke up. That was 15 years ago. She’s a blessing. Our home could have burned down, and I could have lost my husband. So I’m very grateful for her.
Your kitty is adorable, and his eyes are beautiful! I’m glad you kept him for the kids! Whatever you name him, he’s very handsome!
gloria g. in Clinton MS with (5) cats – indoors only.
I vote for keeping it Nancy, too. Kinda like the mixed-up-gender name, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind what he’s called as long as he is called!
Hugs
[...] also have to sadly report that Ezra/Hobie/Bartholomeow has gone missing. All I know is that he was here last night and this morning was not. [...]
Okay I’m late with this as I’m catching up from holidays. While I like Abraham because he wandered, we called our adopted kitten Columbus for the same reason , he explored everything. Hope the cat now has a name.
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