The search for a suitable name has ended. Meet Hobbs. %^/ He's already a member of the household and he now has a bonifide name. :]
I decided that Hobbs will have sufficient dignity if he outgrows the creative ornery streak which links him in our minds to Calvin. Besides it's a name Louis likes. We don't know if he answers to it yet or not. We've been gone for a couple days, and if we move or speak at all he's on top of us. ; } The only other name I really liked was Hannibal, and that is a reference to an ancient tyranical diety.
I'm not sure why the following event brought out the name, but it did.
Thursday evening while doing clay, a lady working in my studio kept saying "oh, let him stay." I told her I didn't let him stay in my studio, because I have a couple of students during the week that have cat allergies. He was undoing her shoelaces and she was laughing and moving her feet about to tease him. Then he grabbed her ankle and began to gnaw on it. ):O She said "No you can't do that," but he was convinced she wanted him to stay no matter what and kept chewing her leg. I caught him and put him in the living room and closed the door to the study/studio area. Wide eyed she expressed surprise that something so cute could be so determined to cause pain. I wasn't surprised.
Later, I went in to turn on the fan to bring a little fresh air into the room and as soon as I opened the door, he raced into the studio and, could you guess, grabbed the lady's ankle again and began trying to rip her flesh off the bone. I caught him quickly and put him in the sunroom this time to spend the rest of the evening alone - in exile.
She didn't suggest I bring him back.
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