We are adopting. A Furkid. And that was the easy part. Now the hard part.
The Name.
Our cat that died last Spring was Minuit (Midnight in French). He was from the French-speaking part of Belgium. Our other cat---still with us---came from the Flemish part of Belgium. Her Flemish name is Prutske (affectionate word for a child, someone you love, or a cute little one). And now.......now we are adopting a cat from the deep South. So he must have a name from the deep South. What might that be?----Okra? Grits? Hush Puppy? Chitterling? No. Southern food just doesn't translate to a good cat name.
one day later: Hmmmmm......Bible Belt? Redneck? Moonshine?.......No. Still --nothing working.
two days later: How about some good ol' Southern names.....Billy Bob, Bubba, Jethro, ....no.
three days later: Deliverance? NO!
four days later: Peanut, Peaches....nice Georgian names --but too cute. This is not easy.
five days later......OK--finally---a good name that will represent our cat's Southern heritage. Our new adopted furkid is............BANJO! ......by the way---Banjo was in a cat show this weekend and he won first place in the OVERALL BEST HOUSEHOLD PET category. (I obviously picked a winner)
The banjo is such a happy instrument--you can't play a sad song on the banjo - it always comes out so cheerful. -Steve Martin
Banjo looking so proud after his big win at the Cat Show in Atlanta
Showing off his cool-cat skills while being judged
