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Mellifluid
Mellifluid has an unusual name, though it wholly fits her personality. When held, she takes the shape of her holder's arms. I first named her "Fluid" for this reason. However, I remembered that I had promised myself to name my next cat "Mellifluous." I found that neither "Mellifluous" nor "Fluid" contradicted each other in essence, so I compromised on the FL. Therefore: Mellifluid.
I obtained her when I worked as the Head of Kennel Maintenance at Veterinary Services of Aiken, SC. She had been found in a graveyard, and someone brought her in around Halloween.
Very pretty, very sweet. Often comments upon past dissatisfactions.
She is mostly made of hair, and not all of it belonged to her initially. A dust-bunny with claws.
Occasionally found sulking in boxes.
Capcom
Capcom received his name from my favorite publisher of 2D fighting games.
I found Capcom on a trip to visit my godparents, who my parents had met when my father served as a Green Beret. We had stopped at a North Carolina hotel, and Jeffrey (my younger brother) noticed a small cat who had approached us and squeaked. We had vacationed in late December, and mountain winters can be difficult. I felt a keen sympathy for Capcom, and I stayed outside with him for most of the night. The weather was just awful, but I remained outside until I fell asleep so he could have the warmth of my lap.
I resolved to steal him from the parking lot when we returned from visiting my godparents in Washington, D.C. I bought a small animal carrier, a medium-sized package of beef-jerky, and I lured him into the carrier. He panicked once trapped, and I had to repair the sides of the carrier with duct tape.
He happily has become domesticated, though he occasionally expresses his wilder roots by punching my books off the shelf when he wants outside.
He prefers to greet acquaintances and friends by shoving his face into their various parts.
His schedule is often vacant.
He occasionally believes himself to be burdened by the world.
He is not.
Taxes
I received Taxes from the SPCA, when I worked there for about three months a couple of years ago. (I unfortunately was laid off because I was unable to arrive at work on time while keeping a University schedule.) He was the final gift that I received from my Memaw, Bonnie Haynes Chandler, who died in the Spring of 2003.
I named him "Taxes" because I love the aesthetics of the word.
Hello.
Taxes often feigns interest in objects located higher than himself. He waits until I have paid attention to him, then paces beneath his desired goal. He forgets that he wanted it immediately after having been granted the attention required to give it to him.
He is a mammoth cat.
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