"new baby" is home from Animal Towne, where he came from. Spent Saturday in the bathroom (his temp quarantine) with him attempting to nurse my armpit, pawing and sucking on my sweater for 40 minutes at a time. Apparently, I smell like a lactating cat. I got out the shower and he was nursing the armpit of my t-shirt without me in it. That's fucked up.
He is nameless, other than I keep calling him "her" by accident. No name yet, but "Willie" has been thrown around. As in Dixon. Or Bobo. I dreamt up a Ghostfaced-magic name last night, a mash up of blues and a page from HR Haldeman's Nixon tell-all The End of Power(the only reading material in the bathroom, to discourage extended-stay shitters)-- anyhow, the name I dreamed: Willie Bobo Bebe Rebozo.
Matt has rejected this name. Wyatt, Juniour, Dr. Christmas, Merle, "feathers", The Lindberg Baby, Dr. Xmas II: The Reckoning are all still on the table.Posted by Jessica at December 18, 2005 11:43 PM | TrackBack