Clem & Callie
Well, this post is certainly quite late indeed! Here are our new kitties:
It took us five days to name them, but we have finally settled on Clem and Callie. Clem is almost 9 weeks old, and Callie 7. We found them at the Gwinnett County Animal Shelter last Saturday. Actually, we saw Clem first, who was sitting in his “cell”, meowing away intently (we have learned that that behavior is not limited to the shelter). After Jessica fell in love with him, the officer showed us her other “baby,” who ended up being Callie. While we had only intended on getting one kitten, between Jessica cooing, “Can we get them both?” and the officer reiterating how much better it is to have two (less damage, etc.), I folded.
We started off keeping them in the laundry room, and over the past week have let them stay out in the house more and more. Last night was their first night not being locked up, and so far I haven’t heard word of any surprises. They seem to have picked up the whole litter pan thing quite well, aside from one rather foul incident on the first night.
They wrestle quite regularly, jumping about on furniture and boxes and such, and are quite fond of napping on Jessica’s lap. I think she has sat still for hours at a time so as not to disturb them. They are also into shoes and shoe laces and look quite cute while eating out of their twin food bowls together. They don’t seem to mind pinball, but they do share my consternation over the sound and positioning of our air conditioner.
We went through numerous names before finally settling on Clem and Callie. Clem is after Clem Snide, a long-time favorite band of mine. I wanted to name him Eef, after the lead singer, but Jessica said no. Callie is named Callie because it sounds nice.
I wanted to call them Buster and Maebe, George Michael and Maebe, Gob and Maebe, etc. after amusingly-named characters in Arrested Development, but these too met with disapproval. We were also close to calling him Alton, after Alton Brown, but I found it rather distracting to be scolding him for eating my shoelaces considering my affinity for Alton Brown. Emeril was right out.
August 4th, 2006 at 1:56 pm
“Emeril was right out.”
Emeril would create a dish that tasted like shoelaces and still find some way to charge $52 a plate.
…and his fans would love it.
August 4th, 2006 at 3:55 pm
Sure…make ME seem like the “nay-sayer”… You neglected to mention the dozens of cute names I suggested that you turned down instantly.
August 4th, 2006 at 4:01 pm
This is true. I made numerous speedy dismissals of suggested cute names. When you know, you know, right? :)