Finally, a name.

My brother named her Kitty. She has been Kitty for the 1-1/2 years we have had her. We picked up this wussy feral cat a week after Thanksgiving, 2006. Today, she told us her name - "Thanksgiving." Right. She may get shrimp from my dinner. She may get her food warmed in the microwave. She may get a lap whenever she mews. She may get me to prop open the door to our apartment, and sit in the hall while she explores the corridor. But we are not going to call her "Thanksgiving." Except when we feel like being pretentious and Pilgrim-y.