OK, before you say anything — no, we had not planned on getting another cat so soon. But Coast, our sole remaining cat, has been very sad and lonely since Ryan left us. After listening to him cry eighty bazillion times and indulging the 300% increase in snuggles he’s required lately, we ultimately decided that Coast, even at 14, would much prefer the annoyance of having a kitten around than he would savor living out the rest of his days with the dubious honor of being the last cat standing. So, we’ve been looking around for two new cats, and hoping to find a breed that is known for being good with kids. Enter Edie.
I know — I know! She totally belongs on a poster that says “Hang in there!”, right?
Edie is almost 12 weeks old and hails from a long line of champion Maine Coon show cats. Maine Coons are a rather large breed that is very interested in humans and pretty tolerant, generally speaking, of annoying toddlers wanting to pet them. When we went to visit Edie and her litter, Edie’s Mom was there watching over us. Here she is posing in front of her various cat trophies. As far as I can tell, these trophies are awarded to cats who prove to be particularly exemplary in their cat-ness.
Incidentally, this is the first time we have adopted a purebred cat — all of our cats have been rescue up until this point, and it is a different experience for sure. With Ryan, I took her home from the Humane Society when she was malnourished, tiny, and covered with fleas. Edie won’t be permitted to leave her litter until next week, after her second round of shots, and when enough cat socialization has taken place so that she can grow up to be a productive member of cat society (I guess). This is the kind of stuff they do to promote cat development — attack Mini’s “Baby Tie-guerre” that he brought with him:
There aren’t any boys available from Edie’s litter, so we’ll have to wait to get the boy we plan to adopt from the breeder’s next litter. I am determined that we should name said boy Andy, whether he shows a proclivity for pop art or not, but Mr. Right-Click is not going for it. Maybe with enough internet pressure he will start to see that having a pair of glamorous cats named Edie and Andy is a super cool, retro but forward-thinking kind of thing to do, but I doubt it, because he likes to give animals crazy names, like Coast, or Magic, or Cheremoya. I like to name pets human names that you don’t hear all that often. We thought we could compromise by having Mini name the cat, but all he would say was that the cat should be named “Baby Cat,” and I simply refuse to name the cat “Baby Cat.” So, we worked out a deal that I would name the girl and Mr. Right-Click would name the boy. Mr. Right-Click is not too excited about “Edie,” but he considers it an improvement over my past pet names because for the first time, it is gender appropriate — in the past, I have named girl animals with names that are unisex but more common for boys, except in the case of Sidney, my golden retriever, whose name became insanely popular for little girls after the Summer Olympics in Sydney in 2000.
So basically, what’s probably going to happen is we’ll have a pair of cats, Edie and Isthmus (or something), and secretly, I’ll refer to them as Edie and Andy, and secretly, he’ll refer to them as Isthmus and River Delta, and around each other we’ll begrudgingly accept the other person’s naming choice. And the cats will do what pets have done since the beginning of time, viz. accept that they have eleventy billion names, because humans might be weird, but they’re the ones with the food.