Sam and I recently adopted a cat. We lost Josephine in November of 2016 and in recent months I started to pine for pet. I follow a cat rescue that focuses on cats with special needs called Philly Kitty. A few weeks ago I saw this post:
https://www.instagram.com/p/BgrTMGPnG0m/
Her profile information made me laugh a lot. Her name is Monkey. Her foster mom brought her to our house over Easter weekend and she is still here. It’s hard not to think about Josephine with another cat around, but they are very different and it’s fun to learn about her personality.
Let’s talk about the name Monkey. I did not love it at first. I always liked human names for pets, so I advocated changing her name to Stormy Daniels. Sam liked the name Monkey and it grew on me, so it looks like we are keeping the name Monkey. My sister hates the name Monkey. She told us that her pre-adolescent female patients refer to the vagina as a “monkey”. This is a funny a weird anecdote that is I’ve learned is commonplace in the healthcare field. Well I do not hate the name Monkey, but I do hate the idea of adults being too nervous to say the word vagina.
There is a cat named Monkey living at our house. She is sweet and playful. She has a penchant for leaping on our feet at night. She does not meow a lot. She likes to crawl under the covers. In short, she is a fantastic addition to our home. I hope that she is here for a long time to come.
Monkey, welcome to our home.
