This weekend my wife told me we were going to be the rescuing forever-family for a three-legged cat. The part of me that loves all things unique, reveled in the idea of having a cat with only three legs. It would be quite the conversation piece, but I told the wife no. Alas, that never matters. The cat is r̶u̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ hobbling around my feet right now.
Well, if I am to lose the no-we’re-not-getting-a-cat argument, then I may as well make the best of it and name the poor creature. The writer in me loves coming up with word play and puns. Giving me the job of naming a cat with only three legs was like giving the local bully his pick of underweight, pale-white, acne-infested neighborhood kids to target and deliver what he does best; however his job is to scar lives while mine was to merely make light (okay, make fun) of a potentially serious handicap without the feline knowing any better.
Well, if I am to lose the no-we’re-not-getting-a-cat argument, then I may as well make the best of it and name the poor creature. The writer in me loves coming up with word play and puns. Giving me the job of naming a cat with only three legs was like giving the local bully his pick of underweight, pale-white, acne-infested neighborhood kids to target and deliver what he does best; however his job is to scar lives while mine was to merely make light (okay, make fun) of a potentially serious handicap without the feline knowing any better.
Normally when naming a pet, I pick pop culture references that pertain to my interest in film, literature, art, and music. For example, my boxer, Mucha, is named after the famous art nouveau illustrator, Alphonse Mucha, while my black Chihuahua, Poe, is named after…well, if I need to explain that one then we probably can’t be friends.
Once I realized I’d lost the battle with the wife, I quickly began a mental list of names for a female, three-legged cat. A few of the more obvious names came right away like “Eileen” and “Trinity” followed by “Tripod,” “Peggy,” “C-3-Paw-O” and “The Black Knight” (though the cat isn’t black) Ultimately it was the name “Tres-Si” (Tres Si is Spanish for "three, yes" and pronounced Tracy--or Trace for short--for for those who aren't savvy in the basics of the language) that we chose to call our new cat.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a kitty to attend to right meow.
Once I realized I’d lost the battle with the wife, I quickly began a mental list of names for a female, three-legged cat. A few of the more obvious names came right away like “Eileen” and “Trinity” followed by “Tripod,” “Peggy,” “C-3-Paw-O” and “The Black Knight” (though the cat isn’t black) Ultimately it was the name “Tres-Si” (Tres Si is Spanish for "three, yes" and pronounced Tracy--or Trace for short--for for those who aren't savvy in the basics of the language) that we chose to call our new cat.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a kitty to attend to right meow.
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