Blah, blah, blah … Treat!

So it occurred to me last night, as I lay on the sofa pondering life while wearing my trademark vacant look, that astute readers of yesterday’s post might have been left wondering just what my name was before Those Two came along and hit the reset button.

Well, you’re going to have to keep wondering, because I don’t want to say. You see, it’s kind of embarrassing for a boy to be named after a sweet candy. Oh, all right, I’ll give you a hint.

My mamas never liked the name either, and truth is, I didn’t respond to it when they used it during those first few days with them. But then I don’t respond much to Oxbow, either, or any of the other pet (no pun intended!) variations that Those Two have used, including Bo, Bo Jangles, Bo-Bo, and Mr. J, among others.

I suppose if they really wanted me to come running when they call me, they should have named me Treat or Dinner, but then those would be pretty silly names for a cat, right?