I’m so sorry to be joining the class late, but I am happy to be here for Ms. Matlock’s Alphabe-Thursday Summer School. This week, our assigned topic is ORANGE.
The first time I saw him, I fell in love. His orange fur made him the perfect cat for Halloween, and I gave him the big name of Spooky, figuring he’d grow big. It didn’t take long to figure out that the name wasn’t going to work. He was in no way Spooky. In fact, he was just the opposite. He was something of a chicken. He was scared of everything.
My son called him “Yellow Kitty”. It was not very original, and it didn’t fit him either. After all, he is orange. He didn’t grow very big, and he didn’t get any braver. He was playful, sleepy, funny; I could come up with all kinds of descriptors for him, but not a good name. We went back and forth between Spooky and Yellow Kitty and whatever new name I was trying on him. He pretty much ignored me no matter what I called him.
Finally, I decided to go straight to the source. I picked him up and looked into those little gold eyes and asked, “What name will you answer to? What do you want me to call you?” Bob. Bob? Really? What kind of name was that for a scaredy Bob? My son and mother both looked at me like I was crazy, but I insisted on Bob. It was not long afterwards that he was answering to his name, Bob.
He became a sleepy Bob or playful Bob or funny Bob and occasionally a naughty Bob. Hey, Bob really was a good name for him. Doesn’t he look like a happy Bob? Yep, he’s my little orange Bob cat.
Head over to Jenny Matlock’s to read all the other orange posts.