Monday, October 02, 2006

Hmmm...You may be wondering...

What the story behind the cats names are?

No, my hubby and I aren't big designer label people. Our first two kitties, Lex and Laura, came with their names. So when we decided to adopt a third cat, we ended up adopting one with no name. Hmmm...Needs to be a name that starts with L and is a designer. While paying for said kitty, husband suggests the name Lucifer. The shelter volunteer stops. in. her. tracks. and looks. at. my. husband. I see this sweet kitty's adoptions going up in flames (the flames of hell, maybe). I assure her that there is no way that I am going to name a cat, or anything, Lucifer. My mother-in-law comes up with Louis Vuitton, which of course my husband doesn't spell right when he carries Louis to the vet the first time (Louie). When I tell him how Louis is spelled, he says "You mean we have a French cat?" Nope, not a French cat, but one with a French name.
Hee hee hee.

Finally, Louis Pooey

Meet Louis Vuitton.



Louis (sounds like Looey!) is our personality plus cat. He is charming, a purr monster, and loves to be petted, by anyone who comes into our house. There is one problem with him though-he's stupid. Very charmingly, lovingly, purringly stupid. He knocks his head up against the bathtub every morning. He chases the laser light. He tries to nip his human mommy and daddy. His crowning achievement, though, is his passion for jumping on to the windowsill above our front door. When he tries to get down, instead of jumping back to the bannister, he jumps down the eight feet to the hardwood floor. This isn't something that he has done once or twice, he does it at least weekly, sometimes daily, occasionally multiple times daily!! But we love him, anyways!



Peek-a-boo!