Forgery League

Tarq, Kittybit, Catsy, Mister Pussycat, Buddy, Kittybins, Binsie, Crazy, Moodle (from “Moodles”, Stereolab song title), Oo, Arf, Eee, Wao (onomatopoeic), Turkey, Buster, Tat (as in Puddy), Stinky, Pookins, Kittybreath, Sir, Woob, Baddie, Bebbycat.

I don’t know what this says about me. I think I pick up names and permute them almost obsessively. Sean does something similar - it runs in his family, as does the strange husky-falsetto “cat language” they all speak. But the only things I remember Sean calling our cat are “Tarqm Man” and “Crazy”.

Mum calls her Tarquin “Tarkers”. Grandma calls him “Neko-san”.

Ours has the personality of a spoilt but mostly well-behaved child. Or at least, he has been very well behaved until now, but is starting to get bored and dangerously curious. I have successfully taught him to tug/push open the bathroom door if it’s unlatched, rather than endure his endless mewling while I shower. Thankfully it’s the only interior door in the place.

Catnip mouse on elastic = spectacular acrobatics. Tarq displays a reckless disregard for his own safety while playing. I can’t believe he hasn’t brained himself yet.

He remains completely uncuddly (when Sean picks him up and fusses over him, he does a beautiful impersonation of one of Pepe le Pew’s love interests), but has taken to sleeping on our bed on occasion - perhaps for company, more likely for warmth. The place is freezing until about 1 pm.