My Cats(continued)
Now,
the name "Olympia": Well, you remember up above my mentioning
that the pet store guy called her "Rugrat"? Part of this was
because he had such a hard time getting her put in the box. She was
by far the most rambunctious of all the kittens there, attacking the
other kittens and jumping, knocking stuff over, and generally being
a nuisance. Well, she's still at it, even after now going into cathood.
If she's not running around at high speed, jumping over things, and
pouncing on Onyx from behind, then she must be dead. Her favorite pastime
is chasing a laser pointer dot around (and I highly recommend getting
one for your own cat, if you don't already have one). And all that activity
reminds me of the Olympics, so...I'm assuming that I really don't need
to explain the Rand McNally thing again. *grin*
Chelly is the newest member of my feline family. I got her on October
2, 1999, adopted from the Norfolk Animal Shelter. Actually, my getting
her was totally unplanned. I went to PetCo to get a 20 pound bag of
cat food for Onyx and Abby (Abby eats like a PIG), and while I was there,
I saw this big cage full of kittens. There were originally 2 girls and
two boys, charcoal grey beauties, 8 weeks old, and all named after Beetles
songs (Sargeant Pepper and Strawberry Fields were the boys, Lucy and
my Michelle were the girls).