We have a tradition of pre-naming. Our children were named long before they greeted the world. It may surprise you to realise that Kelpie and Padawan Learner are not their *real names*. No, these well chosen epithets emerged only once their true characters emerged.
Likewise, we named our two cats before they were collected. By chance their names reflect their looks. Biggie is big, despite starting as the runt of the litter. Marble is, well, marble-patterned. Yawn.
Had we taken the time to assess their true natures we would've named them differently.
Biggie appears to be somewhat understaffed in the neuron department. He will stare intently at a partially open door but not push it open wide enough to get through. Not even when dinner is being offered. Suggested new name: Forrest (as in Gump: "I am not a smart cat")
Marble is quite the opposite. She has regularly 'rescued' Biggie from a cupboard and is adept at opening the door to the bin cupboard - even though we stick it shut with Blu-tack. She climbs trees and Pergolas, and last night was seen resting on top of a door (not door frame, door). Sugested new name: Houdini.
Perhaps we should sign up as members of the Slow Naming Movement. We would however not be the first. We have friends who took so long to name one of their children that the Register of Births, Deaths and Marriages rang them to give them a hurry up.
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Note to self: Do not name new pet after city you have just left if there is any chance you may return to said city.
Do you know how ridiculous it sounds to have a cat called "Melbourne" when you are living in Melbourne?
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