Cat on my stuff

Dude! Wait... what?It’s tough being a dog person and living in the city. Even if I had an apartment that allowed dogs, it just doesn’t seem right to me having one without a big back yard — not just for the dog’s benefit, but so I can just let him run around without my intervention if I’m busy doing something else. Nintendogs get old after about five minutes, tops. And although the Roomba does mess up wires and drag dustballs all over the place, just like a real pet would, it’s just not the same.

So I got a cat from the local shelter. He’s about a year old, according to the authorities. The photo up there is the best I could manage to get; the damn cat just can’t pose for pictures. At the shelter, he was spazzing out quite a bit, so I expected more of the same. Instead, he’s all clingy and weirdly affectionate. I can’t sit down anywhere without him jumping on me and curling up in my armpit, around my neck, on the back of my chair, wherever he wants. And then he starts with the kneading my face with his deadly sharp claws. Every time I try to take a picture, he pushes up against the lens, or moves out of range to get back in my lap. I thought cats were supposed to be stand-offish.

Anyway, I’m stuck with him, and he’s pretty cute, and it looks like he’ll be good for dusting. (He’s been crawling into all the small spaces around the apartment, then jumping on me and getting dust balls all over the place.) We’re currently working on a scheme where he stays off the damn computer while I’m using it, but he’s winning.

At the moment, his name is Pazuzu, although that’s been contested by my peer group. (For what it matters. He doesn’t listen to me anyway, and his name will likely end up being “Dudecutitoutalready!”) Other candidate names were:

  • Cat
  • El Gato Diablo
  • Bakeneko
  • Dennis
  • Lando
  • Admiral Whiskers Von Furrybottom
  • Azazel
  • Belial
  • Jean-Claude
  • Bob
  • Werner
  • Phillip Michael
  • Lamont
  • Nyarlathotep
  • Dog Substitute

Feel free to make suggestions or votes in the comments. I’ll show him the website periodically and see if he latches onto any suggestions in particular.

11 thoughts on “Cat on my stuff”

  1. What was the name of that kid at Disneyland that one time? The one that wouldn’t sit still and was eventually swinging from the sails on the Columbia? (Or did we just imagine that last part)?

    Anyway, I think he and the cat have lot in common.

  2. Devonte. And I’m not calling my cat Devonte.

    Also, he’s made a few attempts to make blog entries before I pick him up and get him off the desk. So far it’s been: “gkkkkkkkkp9-248,” “Q2344ewro[,” and “,zcvbmbmnhelpmepleasehescutoffmytesticles132345767”. Still better than 99% of what you see on Digg.

  3. “The Power of Christ compels you!”

    I hate that name (not for any religious reason, but because it gives me the creeps — terrible to stick a pet with.) This is my prediction — one stormy night you are going to be up late and (if you keep that name) the cat is just going to be WATCHING you. No way you are going to be able to sleep.

    How about Starbuck? You are a fan of BG (although the character is female now). That’s a nice friendly name that won’t scare the piss out of you when you are alone.

  4. This is my prediction — one stormy night you are going to be up late and (if you keep that name) the cat is just going to be WATCHING you. No way you are going to be able to sleep.

    Cats just sit and stare at you when you sleep, anyway; that’s just their thing. Plus, I could call him Visit To The Dentist Tornado Earthquake Hitler and this cat still wouldn’t be scary. He’s the goofiest, most dog-like cat I’ve ever seen.

  5. My wife was coming out of work and while getting into her car in the parking garage this little kitten came charging out of the darkness and into the car and was asleep before my wife could even get the car started.
    I was compelled to let her keep her new found friend because I had never heard of a stray kitten doing anythng like that, i thought the were normally very nervous.
    Anyway as it turns out it seems he had actually just been a stow-away in order to get to me, because I cant make a move without my little buddy at my feet or on my shoulder.
    We call him “Mier”, short for come here.

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