You have to tread carefully when you start naming cats after Shakespearean characters. One minute, you’ve got Puck and Touchstone and Sir Toby Belch and all is comedic happiness. But venture off into King Lear or Macbeth territory, and next thing you know, some English major will scream, “Why would you name cats after people […]
She‘s a little bit Enya. He‘s a little bit U2. Put ’em together, and you had a sort of saucy limerick. But what happens when you split them apart?
What a piece of work is cat. One comes to Tabby’s Place “feral,” untouchable and uninterested in humanity (as the story goes). One comes to the sanctuary with a rap sheet of offenses, all in the general bucket of “attempting to annihilate one’s own species.” And then they both just decide to start over.