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Is Uncle B curled up just out of frame?

I would be.
Something about peacefully sleeping animals and chillins makes me drowsy.

You’re right; it is. Congrats!

D’awwwww!

Baby Kitten looks very contented and trusting, to sleep belly-up on Jack’s feet. Charlotte reminds me of my mother-in-law: “You may find this entertaining, but I do not.”

For some reason, I always think black and white cats should have tough-guy names. Probably comes from watching cartoons on television.

My two furry thugs are like that too, though it took them all of an hour to make friends. Now they have their little slapfights and each frequently takes the opportunity to pounce on the other . . . but then I come out from *my* nap of an afternoon and find them curled up together on the couch. The odder thing is that they were both adults when they met.

Deborah HH, my white-and black Siberian cat is named “Chekov” (yes, spelled by his breeder like the Star Trek character, not like the playwright). Hardly a tough-guy name, but also not cutesy. My big black cat is “Wolf.” (Hey, anybody can name his black cat Midnight or Shadow, Satan or Inky, right? Takes some imagination to name a cat “Wolf.”)

Contented cats mellow out a whole room.

Baby kitty have a name yet? Oooh, let us name him!!
We’ll be good.

He does have a name, Janna. It took us days, but we finally agreed on one we both liked. Unfortunately for the purpose of this blog, he’s named for the place we live.

Not sure what to call him here without doxing myself. Sussex?

Awwwww….how sweet.

It’s nice when new pets mesh with the old. Jack is young enough to see the upside to having a playmate and the extra kitten food.

Our young Springers have been thick as thieves from the moment we brought the youngest home. Then puberty struck and they had a couple of very nasty fights…lots of growling, screaming and such…but not much actual damage, just latching onto ears and/or lips and refusing to let go. It was becoming problematic as both of us were bitten separating them.

We finally took our vet’s advice and let the dogs settle it. I pushed them onto the porch with a broom and closed the door… after 10 minutes or so the 3 yr old flipped the 1 yr old over on his back. The young guy folded like a cardboard suitcase. Hierarchy established. Piles of happy puppies ensue once more.

Not sure what to call him here without doxing myself. Sussex?

There are so many great name places thereabouts…I can think of a couple that would fit…but I ain’t doxxing you either.

How about an online nickname? Westie (West Sussex) or Harry (Duke of Sussex)…but Jack’s the gingy.

Then there’s Fulking…I mean how great a village name is that?

In The Meaning of Liff, by Douglas Adams and John Lloyd “Fulking” is given the definition “pretending not to be in when the carol singers come round.

Gosh I miss Adams…he would have been a hoot on Twatter.

I name cats for cities I’ve visited that I loved. My solid black cat is Sienna and the gray tiger is Marsala. They’re Italian you see. LOL!

How about Rudyard?

How about Yosemite Sam. No one would ever figure out anything from that. Well, except that you might have watched Bugs Bunny at some point.

And BJM – Alas, poor Mr. Adams, a pity because he’d have a field day with today’s bizarro world.