I think I'll name him Frank. Last night Jonathan and I got him to come out from under the bed. So far, he likes to play with string and look at himself in the mirror. And he likes being brushed and having his belly rubbed.
Now off to meet the lady poets for tea...how cliche of me, cat, tea! At least yesterday I wrote an Ode to Beer with my students---don't blame me, they picked that. Of course they would---it was the day before spring break.