The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn’t just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I’m mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names… – T.S. Eliot

This is Beau.  He lives on East Bay Street, right across from the Battery.  Every time I walk down that way, Beau comes out and “greets” me.  He always looks a little “hacked off” to tell you the truth.  Peeved.  Pissed at the world.  In need of anger management classes.  But he DOES come out to “greet” me when I pass.  However, now that I am writing this, and thinking about it…… he’s probably coming out to tell me off.  “Get OFF my sidewalk.”  Just like the scary subway ghost in the movie Ghost says “Get OFF my TRAIN.”  (Same voice probably.)  Yeah, now that I’m thinking about it…. Beau is probably admonishing me.

I mean, holy crap.  Look at that face!

Yesterday, I found out his full name.  The dogs told me.  Did you know all cats have three names?  It isn’t a human thing.  It is an animal thing.  So, back to it….. yesterday, France and Max and I were walking, and they found out out his real name is Percival Beau-beau Norbert.  All the cats make fun of him and his little pink heart collar that says “Beau”.  Yes, the other cats totally ridicule him… in particular….. Harley Knuckles Asher.  Knuckles is one tough cat.  He was de-clawed as an adult feline.  Turns out he grew back ALL his claws.  That’s how tough Knuckles is.

But I digress.  Back to Beau.  I feel a little sorry for him.   He’s just plain angry.  Maybe about his name, or maybe he has other issues.   He got neutered when he was 6 months old.  Guess what didn’t grow back….