I had to say goodbye to my tux cat that I named after a fictional detective, Lord Peter Whimsy, Whimsy for short. He was about 18 years old at the time.
The cat before Whimsy was named Michael Phurbul Caruthers MPC for short. When MCP was 5 years old, I was listening to the radio and the DJ came on and said, "This is Michael Caruthers sitting in for...." Never thought I was naming MPC after this DJ. MPC lived to be 15 years old and was a red tabby, a big 20 pound red tabby.
Finally, my very first cat was named David after Davy Jones of the Monkeys. I wanted to be Davy Jones little sister, not that I really thought it would happen but I was a kid then. He was also named David because it means "Beloved one" and I did love him. David was the only cat I had that wasn't fixed, my dad thought it was a waste of money because male cats don't have kittens. Don't know how long he lived as he was the only outside cat I've ever had.
Other cats that were part of my life, but were my sister's, were Minabird Monster Macy, Tivitat, Samantha MOA (Sam Sam for short and MOA stands for Mother Of All), Snookums, Peggy Sue, Dolly, Snowball (she was deaf), and Footy Toes (He had the build of a Siamese but was a tan and grey tabby with white front toes and white back feet, thus the name.)
