My name is Jake. This morning at about 4:00, I rolled over on my back and let Two Crows [who, whether she knows it or not, just signed her house over to me] know that I am a little boy.
She gave me my first name— Jacob.
She tells me that it's very rare for a cat to earn its middle name before it even gets its first name [sometimes it can take months]— but I'm the exception to the rule. Before she had named me Jake, I had named myself Sinatra.
Two Crows says the name is still tentative—it depends on if I keep up the practice of singing at 4 AM. She says that if I keep that up she will have a serious discussion with me— whatever that means.
Does anyone reading this know what her reference to a water bottle might have meant? She seemed to have a lot of confidence in that thing— whatever it is.
As I get more and more settled into my new home, I'll be keeping you up to date with how things are going.
Hhhommmmmmmmmeowwwww— right now, though, I feel a nap coming on. Hey, I've got to keep up my strength if I'm gonna be up for tonight's serenade. :-3