friends invited me over to their house to hang out for the evening, quaff beers and white russians, and enjoy their new cat: a 14-week old black cat of some variety.
"when i went to the humane society to look at cats, when i reached into this guy's cage to pick him up, he immediately started purring," K says, "and if you walk into the room where he is, he starts purring as well. likes to have people nearby."
they hadn't yet settled on a name:
- Jack Hammer (for a particular loud purring...)
- Sharkey (for the tip of his tail showing above the level of the coffee table once't...)
- Pomohotep, ancient Egyptian god of Deconstructionism (PoMo for short, natch...)
- Pablo Pomo (combinatorially enough...)
- Yuki and variants:
they're trying out Yuki.
Yuki sat on my lap for a good couple of hours while we lounged in the living room getting somewhat tipsy: he would sleep, purr, wake, wash himself lacadasically, spy on the rest of the room, squiggle around and sleep more. it had the same kind of fascination that small children do for me: i am helpless but to pay all my attention to them while they are within earshot.
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