by Alison Bowler

Created on: June 23, 2008   Last Updated: November 29, 2008

I will give you the cats' point of view on this naming issue. When I was born Mother Cat called me and my two litter mates Prow, Prow and Prow. It was easy for us to remember she called Prow and we would all go to her.

The house where Mother Cat lived was full of humans they all called her Tessa. There was a little female human who said my bothers were called Fluff Duff and Ginger Nut while I was called Silky Puss. Now come on, Prow was much better. One of the young male humans used to threaten to make us into Kitten Kebabs but Mother Cat told us he was only joking and no one would hurt us. We learnt how to eat solid food though we would have preferred to keep drinking Mother Cats' milk. Mother Cat also showed us how to use the litter tray.

Then one day Prow and I were put in a box and taken far away from Prow and Mother Cat. The place we were taken only had one human servant to take care of us. She had heard about us being threatened with being Kitten Kebabs and despite us telling her we were named Prow and Prow she called us Donner and Shish still it was better than Fluff Duff and Silky Puss. Fortunately this human knew all about litter trays, food bowls, water bowls and toys. Catnip mice and little plastic balls kept us happy in between our sleeping and eating times. The only disagreement we had with our human servant was she did not want us to use the sofa as a scratching post at which time we were again threatened to be made into cat kebabs to match our names.

After a while we were joined by a very old cat called Meeoow, of course the human would not listen to him, she called him Xenon. She said it was something to do with him being a stranger but it was all Greek to me. Being very old he did not want to play with us but he was quite friendly in his own strange way. He was only with us a few years then he went out and never came back. Our servant went looking for him but could not find him, I think she was sad. Meeoow used to sleep a lot perhaps he just forgot how to wake up.

Then one day a nasty boy who was playing outside tried to catch Prow and pulled his tail very hard. Poor Prow was in a lot of pain and could not move his tail. Our servant took him to the vet person, who used to stick needles into us every year, and when he came back his hind quarters were shaved and his beautiful tail was gone. The human who used to look after us when our servant was not at home gave Prow yet another name Baboon Butt. His long fur grew back but not his tail.

Poor Prow,

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