Stray Cat Found! Call the Press!

At my father's birthday party my grandmother presented me with an article about my aunt. Their old cat Vegas had been found after a month and a quarter in some old guy's closed garage.

I read on. Only to find that I apparently have a 4th cousin on the side. Apparently it is really a step-cousin if you can call them that. Doesn't change the fact that I didn't know about this for years. Ok, moving on...

What struck me even more was their second cat. I knew they had gotten another for christmas but hadn't named it. An orange tabby. White feet...rumor was the sterotypical "mittens". Ok, I have given up on suggesting interesting names since my sister refused to deter from "Friskie".

But they finally named this cat. Captain. Apparently it was Grammy's suggestion. Since it had "white paws" and somehow the notion occured to them that may have been why i named The Real Captain - Captain.

Everyone knows that I lost Captain and how hysterical I was when got him and when I lost him. They ALSO know that I named him for his personality. At least- that is what I told everyone 500 times. Afterwards my aunt and grandparents tormented me by saying they saw black and white look-alikes for at least 2 years after.

And now.

They name their Orange Tabby Captain...for his FEET!!!

Aside from being hurt...my ingenius nomenclature has been dishonored [and publicly at that]. This other cat looks nothing like Captain and no doubt- doesn't act like him either.

Perhaps you might think I am going overboard with a mere Cat's name. After all, aren't there traditions of such things? And even I thought about a Captain Jr. Maybe I can't justify it any more than an artist could. Maybe even less. The name is forever carved in my mind as my severely arogant beautiful black and white loss.

And even if he was gonna be reincarnated- he wouldn't be an orange tabby...