My chosen name is Confucius Cat. The moniker implies I'm wise. Capable of giving great advice. Which is very true of me. I am the sagest of cats.
My given name is Alley. Implies tough but funny loving. Survivor of hard knocks. These are all true. But I could have been named Sheldon. My mummy and auntie found me (and my sister) living in a tree knoll in Old Sheldon church cemetery in South Carolina. But would I be the same wonderful cat if I'd been christened Sheldon?
Sheldon is a nerd. Sheldon does your taxes (per When Harry Met Sally). Sheldon is an intellectual.
After some heavy thought I have concluded that I would be basically the same wondrous piece of gorgeousity as I am now had I been named Sheldon.
So-----Confucius Cat say: an Alley by any other name would still purr as sweet....but I'm still glad mummy didn't name me Sheldon.
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3 comments:
My name IS Sheldon Church, and I'm a fine cat, thank you. My Mommie and Auntie Martha found me in the same tree knot where you had been hiding. It appears that Sheldon Church Ruins is not really a dumping ground for kittens but really an underground railroad for cats to escape from that hell hole called, South Carolina.
I hope you will see this response Sheldon. I love that you left me a note. I feel like we are siblings having come from the same tree. Underground railroad?...MOL. That is Perfect. I know that my mummy feels very lucky to have found me too. Confucius Cat
Oh by the way my mummy loves the name Sheldon. So I'm sure you are a fine cat. Purrs to you.
Sheldon if you stop back I hope you'll leave contact info. I'd love to see a photo of my tree knoll bro.
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