It is to my shame I say I have not always been a positive person. I have been called on that a few times. So I was lying in bed last night talking to Cleo, who was standing on me purring at me (so cuddly when I am lying down - won't come near me sitting or standing!). I was thinking about the cats and some of the names I call them.
I don't use pet names or nicknames as security answers so this is fine to share.
I will go alphabetically:
Biscuit: Mr Kitty Cat, BIS-KIT!, mostly Mr Kitty Cat, it's very dignified for him. He's a mature citizen not a playful kitten anymore. And that's perfect.
Cleo: CLEE-YO!, Baby Kitten - I have a whole "Baby Kitten" song I sing her. "Baby Kitten, you're my BAY-BE kitten!" etc.
Spotty is also a mature little gentlemen (almost 5) so I call him: Spot Man. Very rarely Mr Spotasaur. Spell checker loves that.
The TV show I'm watching has a daughter dealing with her mother's Alzheimer's disease. Hits a little close to home.
That's it for this post.
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