I'm such a Subway junkie.

Once again, I have nothing of serious consequence to blog about...and yet, here I am blogging.

So while I'm here....

There is no part of school that I am enjoying right now. Which really bugs me. I usually have at least one subject which I DON'T particularly dislike. This year, no such luck.

Ah well.

I blog in such staccato sentences.

Actually, I have at least one exciting thing happening...I'm getting cats on Monday! For real this time. I've seen them and held them and we're picking them up from the vet on Monday. I'm so extremely excited. I don't know if I've mentioned their names before or not, but they're two boys and their names will be Melchizedek and Archimedes. You may be thinking that they're the craziest and weirdest names you've ever heard for cats before. And if you are, then I've done a good job naming them.

I'm going to hear Break Forth in a couple hours. Fun stuff.

And now, The Naming of Cats.

The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think, at first, I'm as mad as a hatter, when I tell you a cat must have three different names. First, there's the name that the family use daily, such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James. Such as Victor, or Jonathan, George, or Bill Bailey. All of them sensible, everyday names. There are fancier names, if you think they sounds sweeter, some for the gentlemen, some for the dames, such as Plato, Admetus, Elektra, Demeter. But all of them sensible, everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular. A name that's peculiar and more dignified. Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum. Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat. Such as Bombalurina, or else, Jellylorum. Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond, there's still one name left over, and that is the name which you never will guess. The name that no human research can decipher, but a cat himself knows, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, the reason, I tell you, is always the same: his mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation of the thought...of the thought...of the thought of his name. His ineffable, effable, effanineffable, deep, and inscrutable, singular name.