A few years ago, we adopted a beautiful sable cat. He was already named Dante, and we liked the name, so we kept it.
I’m not sure why it is, but I associate the name ‘Dante’ with something slightly sinister. It’s probably because of the association with The Divine Comedy combined with another D-name, Damien, from The Omen.)
This morning I woke to our cat, Monty, lying on the floor wheezing. His neck was wet and he had a hard time breathing. I took him to the vet where they found his lungs were filled with fluid and he had a clot blocking most of the blood to his lower body. Long story short, we had to put him down.
It’s been said that (acting) improv is the most fun you can have with your clothes on. (See how handy passive tense can be? It hides the fact that I’m the one who said it. Um, well, it did hide the fact.)
I read that the first post in a blog usually sucks, so I decided to get it over with.
Call me Random. For some reason, I’ve always liked the idea of the word ‘random’ used for a name – ever since I first read Nine Princes in Amber by Roger Zelazny. (You can read more about me on the About Random page.)