"Bat"

   For the longest time, I refused to name the kitten (now cat) that was brought to the Little Bayou House by my son-in-law.  (Robbie rescued the tiny, throwaway kitten.)  I did not name the cat because I was only to be fostering the critter until Robbie found a home for it.  Well, I think he knew exactly what he was doing by bringing the cat here.  He knew that black cats and bayous just go together like gumbo and rice.  Well, having the little critter grew on me and, since there were no takers for adopting him, he settled in to call the place home.  It was time for a name.  We could not keep calling him Prince No Name.

  This evening, I was throwing possible names out to Son as he was playing with the cat.  Every cat we have ever owned has had some weird name so I was throwing Latin words out as names...Draco?  Bellator?   Corvus?  Nothing struck Son as a name so I shifted gears and threw a few names from other languages...Skia?   Lutin?  Smir?  Still nothing.  Changing gears once again, I went with a few common black cat names....Coal?  Inky?  Shadow?  Son sat quietly.  Pondering.

  "Bat".  Huh?  "Bat.  He has bat ears.  We have a name.  Black Cat...B+at....Bat."  So, we now have a cat named Bat.  Bat, the Bayou Prince, has arrived.  I can only imagine the phone conversation when getting this Bat cat an appointment.  Oh, good grief.  SON!