No Name

I’m in a quandry. We have a new kitty, number 7 in the household, seven weeks old, cute and a male. Black, Brown, Tawny, Cream stripety kitty.

I have a husband who’s trying to start a new company.

What do these two things have in common? No Name.

So, I’m feeling pressure from every side, when my husband comes up with bad names for the company, or someone asks us what the kitty’s name is, over and over and over. It’s up to me to come up with names.

All I can think of is Clint Eastwood.

The Man With No Name.

My creative flow is absent. The cat can wait. My husband cannot. I’ve got to find a name for his company asap. Or perhaps he’ll come up with one that’s brilliant himself, but wait for me to dub it as such, before using it.