It’s been nearly 4 weeks since this cat came galumphing into our lives, and it’s time to review. She was presented to us as being named either Mookie or Mona, but neither name seems to fit, so we’ve been trying out a succession of names. I’ll list those in a minute, but first I want to give you some background.
First of all, she’s stone deaf. Second, she is solid. When you pick her up, there is no give to her body; it’s like picking up a frozen turkey that’s covered with fur (I know that’s a dreadful metaphor, but it’s late). She is perhaps part Manx, because she has just a stubby little piece of a tail. She appears to have been born that way. She’s also quite the conversationalist – it’s probably the Siamese in her, but it is intriguing that a deaf animal would be so talkative. Perhaps she feels the vibrations of her own voice. Finally, she is not too bright. There are times when I feel as if I could boil an egg while waiting for her synapses to kick over.
You might think that, after this amount of time, we would find ourselves narrowing down the list of possible names, but the list only seems to be growing, so I am soliciting ideas here. The current list of names includes Bun Butt, Bun-Bun, Nubs (not only is nub the backward spelling of bun, it also describes the delicate little appendages sticking out of her considerable body), Jabba the Butt, and Brunswick (after the bowling ball company).
I have a theory that perhaps the reason we’re having such a problem settling on a name is her deafness, since she’ll never be able to hear whatever name we decide on. In any case, if any of these names resonates with you, or if you have any suggestions of your own, I’d love to hear them. I suppose Bun Butt would love to hear them too, but I have no control over that.