And They Called Him Brutus

Et tu Brute?

What do you do when your friends call saying they’ve found a stray kitten?  Most people would probably find a way to say no.  Not me and Becca.  Nope.  We said yes.  On Saturday night, friends John and Sarah brought us our newest family member.

After much speculation, we decided to name him Brutus.  Why?  Well, it’s a complicated tale.  Our other cat is named Cleo.  We wanted to pick a name that was somehow connected.  My first instinct was Marc Antony (for all of you Julius Caesar fans out there) as he was Cleopatra’s love interest for a time.  For whatever reason, Marc just didn’t fit.  As my wiley mind works, I next landed on Brutus – he who killed Caesar.

Seeing as our new lil’ kitten is nothing but sweet, playful and absolutely adorable I felt it was appropriate.  Hey – people call fat guys Tiny.  Why can’t I call my adorable kitten Brutus, right?

Before deciding on Brutus, we tried on names like Bob (the kitten was found at Bob’s house – no joke), Wilson, Elmo and other potential Abigail pleasing monickers.  At the end of the day, nothing fit better than Brutus.  Becca has already decided to call him Brute for short.

Abigail is absolutely IN LOVE with Brutus.  He’s the best thing ever.  She still loves her Furphy (our dog Murphy to the uninformed) and Cleo – but the fact that Brutus is “just her size” makes him the perfect pet.  In time I’m sure they’ll be best buds…