thats a shame dude. We've had cats since I can remember. Yet, we never named them. Our first cat we called "puss" or "the cat", then it had some kittens, gave them all away except one which we called "little puss". It was the same colour as it's mother, so it was really funny having this tabby cat and a smaller version of the same one. "big puss" and "little puss". Or "the cats"
then big puss ran away, and little puss became just puss.
We never named cats, and the one time we did name one of our cats "goggles" it got hit by a car.
Goggles had a really sad story. My mother often goes riding in this huge plantation out in a country district named Paradise (no joke). There is a huge forestry pine plantation out there and it's in the middle of nowhere. My mother was riding one day and she saw this tiny little kitten (was barely 4 weeks old) starving and dying in the middle of one of the trails. Whether it was a stray or not, we don't know. it was most likely dumped.
Anyway, so mum brought this kitten home and my brother named it goggles. he was the most adorable little tortoisshell kitten, was so playful and affectionate. He used to sleep on my back, and would snuggle in, he hated sleeping by himself and would always get as snuggled as he could in my armpit (im tearing up thikning about it now). We had him for about a week, then one night my friend came and picked me up to go out somewhere. he screamed out of the driveway and down the road and as we got near the bridge over the river around my mums property, i heard a "bump" and he said "ah shit a rabbit" (it was really foggy) and I thought nothing of it (i hate running over animals, though. I always feel so bad). Anyway, later that night as I was walking home, i came to the bridge and saw goggles dead. I felt so bad, and so sad. As he'd been saved from certain death out in the wilderness, and we gave him 2 weeks of love and affection, and he knew we saved him and was so thankful. But he died, at least with a little bit of happiness at the end of his short life.
I cried about that for a long time.
We also have another grey tabby cat that followed my mum home from a horse ride in the same pine plantation. A 3/4 sized tabby that is double as affectionate. She was taken away from her mum early obviously because she suckles at your arm constantly kneading it with her pause like a nipple. She sits on your lap and goes balistic and you knock her off your legs and she just jumps straight back up and goes at it again, so adorable lol
so yeah, we wont name a cat again, at the moment we just have "ginger puss" and "fluffy puss", ginger cat was the only ginger to ever survive any of his mothers litters. They always died after birth for some reason, and he's been the only ginger to survive, and we kept him. He's about 12 years old and is really senile... but i love him.
i love cats
so yeah theres my story lol
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