I raised a kitten once
who was the color of coffee with cream, so I called him "Mit Schlag". I gave it to a friend who immediately changed its name to "Asshole".
My ex-husband also had a turtle named Mr. Reagan. There had been another turtle named Mr. Brown since they were both running for Governor of California at the time his mom named them. Mr. Brown died young, but Mr. Reagan lived almost 35 years. For a while we thought there was some cosmic life-connection between the President and this ugly turtle and that they would eventually pass at the same time. We wondered if we had murdered this poor turtle sometime during the eighties, we could have put an end to the President's evil reign. But what's the point of looking back? The turtle finally died last year and the President still languishes in some nursing home, scratching his claws against the mossy walls of his aquarium.
( Artamnesia, Wed 25 Feb 2004, 13:53, Reply)