If you don’t post much, you have no business checking out your blog stats. I know this. I am guilty of this. And yet, I checked mine.
Hot topics on my blog of late? Burning Man gear and names for red cats. I should actually switch that because names for red cats comes first. Who would have known that names for red cats were so hard to come up with? I didn’t.
So to make things a little easier, here’s what I didn’t post when I got Fergus. Behold the alternative names for the red kitten:
Tony (as in the tiger, grrr)
Finnegan (but that was taken)
O’Malley (too many syllables)
Rory (but my friend of the same name might have been confused)
Guinness (more suited to a black cat, really)
…And my second runner up: Winston (which Oliver hated and thus vetoed)
There was also a whole list that emerged from a drunken discussion between my sister-in-law and the proprietor of our favorite restaurant that ended in him surveying the entire clientele that night. The names were kind of what you would expect from people in that condition and not much help.
And so after much soul-searching, Fergus got his name. I think it’s a great name for a cat and it has the added bonus of not being a contender for people names for our friends and family, something people in our generation often notice way too late. (“Can’t name her Emma, sweetie, Emma pees on my laundry.”)
*Updated, thanks Christina!