What's In A Name

 I have a friend who names her vehicles. She was into cars and racing. I tend to name animals and sometimes places. I have decided "She Shed" is too generic for one such as myself. Insomnia has its benefits. I have decided to name my shed "Wit's End" since this is where I like to go to clear my mind.

There are plenty of feral cats to name here. The cute multicolored kittens may or may not be female, but I have dubbed them Ethel and Lucy. Most of my contemporaries will know I Love Lucy. The mother cat is solid black with just a touch of brown on her flank. I have always wanted a cat named Mousy Tongue. I do realize that this name could apply to male or female and since I know that she is definitely a female, maybe I should go with a definitely female name. But that would make sense. Mousy Tongue is her name.

I have found three ticks on me in the past week. I will not be naming them, as they are all dead. I am pretty sure they came from the area up the driveway. We broadcast tick and ant killer around the outside of the dog yard and the house. I give them Bravecto regularly and check them as often as I check myself. The cats probably have fleas, but I doubt they will let me apply anything to them. 

The yellow tomcat named Garfield is becoming tame. He was sitting upon the riding mower's seat this morning and did not even blink as I approached. He let me pet him and give his head and neck a good scratch. I have yet to hear him purr, but this touching looks promising. My Eddie wants to play with the cats. He misses Martha, the boy cat. Martha was already present when Eddie came to live with us. Compared to Martha, Garfield looks tiny! He is still pretty thin, despite his steady diet of food provide by his master.

The Cat Whisperer thinks his cats will need some luxuries in life and will be constructing a house for them. He thinks the name of the house would be The Cat House, but I think we will just call it The Brothel. The location will be in the carport, now being named the Cat Cafe.

Garfield has taken up permanent residence here, as have Mousy Tongue and her kittens, Ethel and Lucy. There is a fluffy gray cat that shows up on occasion and that little yellow demon kitten that attacked me. I have been told there are lots more that arrive at dusk, which is feeding time. Gee, I hope The Brothel will not be bigger than the carport!

The Cat Man picked up one of the kittens the other day to pet it and Mousy Tongue charged at him! She is a good Mama! I think that Lucy and Ethel could be twins, as we can't tell them apart. They have been hanging out on the big deck on the embankment, but today they decided to try out the deck attached to the house. Eddie and BoJangles went a little berserk and stood at the screen door barking at Mousy Tongue. She simply sat there staring at them with her yellow eyes. They just want to be friends! This will not happen until they are tame enough to succumb to a vet visit and a bath!