Since my brother decided to make the Kool-Aid sweepstakes far too easy, and since I really like grape Kool-Aid, I've decided that it's time to let the cat out of the bag. [Insert groan here.]
<---This is Gizmo. Well, it was Gizmo, about twenty pounds of fur ago. Nowadays she looks more like this.
We bought Gizmo from an animal shelter a few years back. She was hanging out in her cage with her siblings. When we stopped and The Wife did that aww thing women do when they see cute, furry creatures, Gizmo pushed her way to the front and practically begged us to take her home. She was all mew, mew, mew, you know how they do.
Since I wanted a kitten with personality and not some moody lump of fur (an apt description of yours truly, now that I think about it), I advocated strongly for her purchase. So we bought the cat and named her Gizmo. We were without child at the time and treated the naming of the feline as though it were a trial run. We made lists. I don't remember all the names (but Marty McFly was regrettably not one of them), but I know it came down to Wicket and Gizmo.
We chose Gizmo and then soon after learned that this chick also had a cat named Gizmo and you know how when you pick out a sweet name and then you find out someone else stole your sweet name (even if they did choose the name first) you get a little upset? Yeah, like that.
So now conversations go like this (if conversations like this actually took place):
Me: Her name is Gizmo.
Other People: Oh, like--
Me: Yeah, but we didn't know that at the time...
Other People: (thinking) Yeah, right. Name stealer.
So obviously Bridget is my least favorite Playboy Playmate. (I like Kendra. Girl's got spunk.)
Ironically*, the cat quit talking about five minutes after we got her home, and since then she's meowed like four times (tail stepped on). Basically, she spends her days sleeping on the couch and her nights pawing at things that wake us up.
*I don't really know if that's ironic or not. I really don't understand what's ironic and what's just coincidence or sort of amusing or just plain weird, but using the word makes me feel a little bit smart and so I use it. I'm comforted by the fact that others seem equally confounded.