Named By the Grandchildren

My cats were named by four of my two hundred grandchildren.

Mr. Fluffy Pants is a gray tabby with white socks, easy to see at night.

Shark is a large intimidating gray outside monster cat; he eats heads off anything that runs past - they roll around on my porch daily.

Panda, a sleek black beauty, is haughty with all of us except one. Except on Wednesdays; Panda is always haughty to everyone on Wednesdays.  Because I get home an hour late, and she gets angry about her dinner being at 5:30 instead of 4:30.  

Road Kill, lives down to his name; I doubt I can do better with the
description - straggly, mean green eyes, scrappy looking brown, yellow and white 
thing, always in the road.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kiser Avatar
December 14, 2018 at 6:14 AM
Well those, "two hundred grandchildren" seem to have some naming expertise. I am so familiar with rolling heads and tails. I've buried a ton of them.
Krutsinger Avatar
December 14, 2018 at 3:11 PM
I usually take them up to the dumpster right away; we live in the country and have our own.
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