You know... I have been truly blessed. Pals from all over the blogosphere have been sending me cards to celebrate my big day. That's right... I got mail! My BFF, Herman, from It's a Wonderpurr Life sent this neat one with me as a news broadcaster. Herman understands my penchant for bringin' the news to the world. My pal Sammy from onespoiledcat sent the fun-filled card below. He knows how I love a good party. And I do! Party should have been my middle name, I think. Either that, or nip. 'Cause I do love the nip. And then the lovely Savvy from Savannah's Paw Tracks sent the touchin' card showin' her blogging to me and me blogging right back. Savvy and I are blogging buddies, you know. That sure is a nice card, Savvy. Like I said, I've been truly blessed with so many wonderful pals.
But all this talk 'bout birthdays and whatnot has got me thinking 'bout names. Specifically, my name. And even more specifically, the fact that the ol' peepers gave me, a blogging MANcat, a girls' name! What's up with that?
It all goes back to prehistoric times when ol' peepers was at University. There, she studied what is called, "acting." Yup, ol' peepers was an actin' major. Anywho... I guess all that make believe mumbo-jumbo stuff gave her a taste of the ol' Shakespeare. And when I say old, I mean OLD 'cause he's even older than the peep! But I digress... Because of the mumbo and the jumbo, when my siblings and I were born, peepers gave us all Shakespearean names. It's true. My sisters Beatrice and Constance were named after characters in Much Ado About Nothing and King John, respectively. My brother Desdemona was named after a character in Othello and I, Nerissa the Cat, was named after Portia's side-kick in Merchant of Venice.
I guess that it's kind of neat that we were all given Shakespearean names. Somewhat sophisticated, I suppose. And they are all really pretty names. But still, none of that excuses Peep #1 for givin' Desdemona and me girls' names. I mean, she could have come up with a couple of boys' names. There are boys in Shakespeare, you know! In fact, there are way more boys than girls in Shakespeare. Way more. Of course you know that. I know that. It's only the ol' peep who doesn't seem to know it.
The peep says that she didn't know that Desdemona and I were boys. She says, that 'cause we were feral and wouldn't let her near us for so long, she had no way of telling. I say, MOUSES! She could have asked our mama! Our mama knew we were boys. Peeps!!!
I sure do hope that Prince William and Princess Kate do a better job of namin' their baby than my peep did of naming me. I'm pretty sure they will. I really can't imagine that they could be anywhere near as silly as my peep.
But speakin' of the Royal Baby... if she happens to be a girl... how 'bout Princess Nerissa? Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? And then, of course, she would eventually become Queen Nerissa. I like it! Who am I kidding... I LOVE IT!!! Nerissa would be a great name for the Royal Baby. As long as she's a girl...
I really do believe that if the Royal Baby turns out to be a boy, his parents will have the sense to give him a boys' name. Unlike my ol' peepers here who must have been absent the day sense was bein' handed out. 'Cause... you know... she gave me, a boy, a girls' name and all.
But what is in a name, anyway? This gal named Juliet once said, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." So I guess that means that even though I am a boy who was given a girls' name, I'm still a boy. Givin' me a girls' name doesn't somehow make me a girl, right? I'm pretty sure that's what Juliet meant. I don't think she was actually talking 'bout roses. Even though roses do smell sweet. And I'm really sure that she wasn't talking 'bout rose-scented litter boxes or anything like that. I don't think they even make rose-scented litter boxes. Unless, of course, you happen to be a cat livin' in a house with a rose garden. Wait a minute. Just wait a cotton nip picking minute there. I'm a cat. I'm a cat who lives in a house. I'm a cat who lives in a house with a garden in which some roses grow. That means... I have a rose-scented litter box! Wow, they do make 'em. Maybe that's what Juliet meant all along? I'll have to have a little think on that one. Yup, I really do think I will.