How Sheeba got his name

 

 

I sure wish Sheeba would learn how to relax.

 

Ziggy is curious about Sheeba's name. "You named your cat Sheeba ---- as in Queen of --- yet you call it a him. Now how did that name come to be?"

 

A legitimate question, Ziggy!

 

Ken got Sheeba as a kitten, shortly after we started dating. He wanted a female cat, as we have been told that male cats "spray" their territory, and was told that this kitten was female. When Ken was a little kid, they got a Siamese cat, and Ken kept saying, "It's a her, it's a her!" and his Mom said, "No, it's a she." So that's how She the Siamese cat got her name. Ken says that when they'd go pick up his Dad at the train station, She would ride along in the car!

 

In tribute to She, Ken decided to name his new girl kitty Sheeba. Sheeba was an adorable kitten, but are there any that aren't? As Sheeba got a little older, I was petting him, and I noticed something...actually, TWO somethings. I said, "Uhhh...Honey? I think Sheeba might be a He!" We both took a closer look, and decided that yep, those were balls, alright. I'm glad we noticed before we took him to the vet to be fixed--that would have been embarrassing!

 

We always joke that Sheeba is actually a Heeba. It all turned out okay. There have been a few incidents, but they're rare, and he's a great kitty.

 

Oddly enough, when Cousin Shane got his first cat, he was told that he was getting a male, and named him Boris. As Boris got a little older, Shane discovered the lack of the aforementioned balls! So we have a male cat named Sheeba, and Shane has a female cat named Boris. Such gender confusion!

 

I did great last night with getting to bed early--around midnight!--only to wake up at 3:30, and be restless until 7:30. Argh! I did finally doze back off, but had some really vivid and violent dreams. One of the things that kept me restless was the sound of the window air conditioner...it was making this weird, subtle sound that sounded like someone smacking their lips! I knew I wasn't doing that, and  when I looked over at Ken, he was sleeping soundly, so I finally figured out it was coming from the air conditioner. We think the drainage must be plugged, and the water was dripping out on the deck.

 

Then I got to thinking about sticking your hands and feet out from under the covers. I don't stick them out very far, and I would NEVER let my arm or leg hang down close to the floor. First of all, I wouldn't reach, and secondly, it seems to me that's just asking for a hand to come out from under the bed and GRAB your ankle!

 

So between our lip-smacking air conditioner, my violent dreams, and thinking about getting my ankle grabbed, I had a very restless morning! Things finally settled down and I got some sleep.

 

Off to run errands, then watch more Olympics. I hope everyone is enjoying their day!