Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Yes, another orange tabby. But Calvin has a little something extra mixed in with him. Siamese. He's got a very cool sloped nose and is very slinky with the long pointed tail. He's 7 months old and has spent his entire life at a wonderful pet rescue called Second Chance Kitten. I initially thought I would be bringing home one of the sweet little grey kittens they had there, but when I saw Calvin, and how friendly and playful he was, I knew he and Ripple would be perfect for each other. He bounces around all over the place and Ripple doesn't quite know what to think of him yet. Quite honestly, I didn't get much sleep last night as Ripple would not SHUT UP with the yowling and the growling and the general pissiness that goes with having a feline intruder in your domain. He'll get over it. They're far too curious about each other. I mean, look at this face. What's not to love? If you asked Ripple, he'd say "The little shit eats my food and plays with my toys. What do you MEAN what's not to love?" Now. Memorize their faces. You never know when they'll be a who's who pop quiz. Whoops, I published before I finished his story. Calvin actually came with the name "Calypso". I guess that's the name of Jacques Cousteau's boat. Meh. Too many syllables and too feminine as far as I'm concerned. I immediately started thinking of what else I could call him would too much confusion. Cal? Sosie? Ipso? Keyser Soze? I seriously considered that last one, but then I thought of one of my favorite cartoons and realized it was the perfect name! Ripple does remind me of Hobbes anyway. Heh.