Choosing a Name

I am not in the habit of naming things

like cars and sewing machines, 

but I don't want to keep referring to 

my new APQS George as "George."

(not to be confused with DH's good friend 

George who lives near Atlanta)

After considerable vetting of names,

I have settled on Max.

Why Max?

REASON NUMBER ONE

Max was a large Siamese cat

who moved in with DH's family

back when DH was in middle school.

I first met Max over Thanksgiving break

during my junior year of college

when I went home with DH to meet his mother.

Important Notes:  

DH grew up with cats.

I grew up with D-O-G-S.

After a 10+ hour drive

from Michigan to Pennsylvania

I left my suitcase open on the guest room bed.

Later, when I stepped back into the room,

there was Max, sleeping in my open suitcase.

- I - totally - lost - it - 

"THERE'S A CAT IN MY SUITCASE," I shrieked.

DH and his mother fell over laughing

at how nonplussed  I was.

Max raised his head, flicked an ear,

washed a paw, and went back to napping.

Turned out that Max was ever the gentleman cat

who loved nothing more than fetching a small paint brush

that had been tossed down the basement steps.

Those memories of Max still make me smile 40+ years later.

REASON NUMBER TWO

Need I say more?

Quiltdivajulie