A few months ago, my sister brought a stray cat into the house. He had belonged to a neighbor down the block but they abandoned him but he wasn’t adjusting well to life as a feral cat and my sister wanted to find him a home. Rob and I were a little resistant to the addition of a cat in the house since Rob is mildly allergic but the longer the kitty stayed with us, the more attached we got and so we decided to adopt him ourselves.
He’s a sweet, affectionate kitty that cannot get enough “luvs” and Rob and I constantly amuse ourselves by coming up with silly nicknames to call him and occasionally making up silly lyrics to songs about his antics. (He will answer to the various nicknames but has a particularly disdainful look whenever we sing at him).
So without any further delay, may I please introduce: Gordo (aka: Professor Cecil B. Stockholm, Captain Furrypants, Oh Kitty My Kitty, The Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, etc. etc.)