The Naming of Cats is a Difficult Matter…
T.S. Eliot was not kidding… it isn’t just one of your holiday games. Here is the whole poem if you would like to read it.
If you’ve been reading here for a while you’ll know that there has been loss around here this year. Well, there has been such a hole in my heart. On a whim I decided to have a look on petfinder.com at the cats available for adoption and found two gorgeous sisters sitting in a shelter a little ways from here. Yesterday they came to their forever home. We tossed around a lot of names, but after meeting them and interacting with them it has been decided.
This is Sweet Pea – like the delicious smelling, butterfly fringed flowers. She is slightly more timid than her sister and all around smaller. However, she is just the sweetest girl that her name stuck right away.
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white And taper fingers clutching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings – Keats.
The second name was a tad bit harder. She’s more outgoing and larger than her sister. She talks more and has more opinions for sure… however, still a gentle and loving soul.
I was chatting with my mother this morning about them when DH had sudden inspiration. He came around the corner to find me with one word – Jasmine. Ah… another lovely fragrant flower and one of my mother’s favorite. Mom’s vote was an immediate yes and instantly Jasmine stuck. I love the fact that I named one and he named one.
Jasmine comes from the old French which comes from the Persian Yasmine… meaning gift from G*d. These girls are truly a gift for sure. I guess they were dumped in the shelter on Wednesday, their picture went up on Thursday and I emailed them on Friday morning while I was sipping my morning latte. I had a deposit down and paperwork filled out by 10:30am. Thank goodness I didn’t delay as they have already brought joy to my life and other inquires were made. I guess they even ventured out this week to visit a nursing home and were a great delight spreading their joy around.
I asked for a back story, but that was very sketchy – either they were bought for ladies mother who decided they had too many cats now or something else happened. Whatever happened they no longer have to worry as they will be with me, like all my furry babies, for the rest of their days. I imagine and hope this will be a long, long time, since they are only 13 months old. Let me just say whatever happened, I’m thankful to these folks.
You may want to ask – what do the tribe think? Well the cats are like – what are they? Surely not cats? The little dogs want to play, but I’m curbing Coco’s prey drive, so she doesn’t scare them. Coco is so smart, she got it right away and is doing really well. Sophie, well she’s been a bit on the ill side with a UTI and is being treated with a lovely horse-pill antibiotic. She had a bath today and is feeling a bit more like herself now. She gave them a good sniff and retired back to her bed. No worries about her bed though. The girls have already decided they like sleeping with us. No surprises there – I taught them to use the steps to the bed last night and we haven’t looked back.