Finally a few minutes ago, after a good spell of early-afternoon lovin', the new guy decided he didn't have to be touching part of my body, and took at bath on his bath towel bed and settled down for a nap:
Here's what he looks like in his shelter photo, if you prefer your cat pix of awake faces.
Now he's already come over to see if he can help type, and then jumped down to eat some kibble. Such a functional cat! Lookit him go.
So, he needs a better name than Gunner, his shelter name. Perhaps that name is related to how they got hiim: someone saw him flung from a car, out at a horse farm. He's so sweet I imagine it was the shitty boyfriend of someone who loved him, cuz how the hell else that could happen, I can't fathom. Anyhow, a flyer name would work, for that reason. But I've already used "Amelia" for my kite, and Lindbergh was a jerk. An astronaut name? Maybe. I could use "Gus" since the buddy who was gonna call hers that didn't use it after all. Or maybe another.
Since I've had him home I notice that he keeps looking up, even if he's up on my shoulder already. This made me think of an old PBS astronomy series, like 5 minutes long, that used to play at the end of the programming day, which there used to be such a thing as. The host was an affable dork named Jack Horkheimer. But, geez, "Horkheimer" is rather a name, you know? His middle name was Foley, and the foley effect factor would jive well, cuz not-Gunner makes a lot of interesting sounds, but I'm not so nuts about "Foley" as a name.
Speaking of nuts, he has had the kind of neutering that left his big ol' testicles there. Bigger'n my ol' boy Chester's. I don't have particular feelings about testicles one way or the other, but I do like balls of the bounce and play-with non-body-part kind. That would open up the world of sports, to riff on that.
I hit on "Buster" the other day. It'd be sorta ironic cuz he's not throwing his weight around like some old Buster in the movies, or it could be Buster Keaton-y. But then I remembered Tierza's cat was (is?) (I think is) Buster, and so it didn't feel original any more.
"Guthrie" is a name I like and have in mind for a pet someday, but not-Gunner doesn't seem like a Guthrie. And "not-Gunner" is just not gonna cut it.
He also seems optimisitic, in the figuratively sense of always looking up, chin up, etc. I ain't callin' him Marianne Williamson, though, that's fer damn sure. Sure, it's cool that she's in debates saying goofily real human things, but she's also been a horrid fatphobe, so screw that.
So we're gonna be hanging in there a while on this one. Meanwhile, I now have to light some fire under me to start dealing with all the stuff I took out of this room and have lining all the other spaces of the house except, like, the bathroom. It's been a long time since it was a nursery, or guest room, or roommate room.
If I keep it like this I can do foster litters again, easy-peasy. Once these guys are both run-of-the-house. O for the day I find them napping with their butts touching.