I haven't posted a picture of your youngest cat for a while now. There he is in all his Ragamuffin glory. Avery, the white rascal. He turns one at the end of the month, by the way. Feel free to lavish him with gifts and praise. You can send them my way if you'd like. He likes, um, whiskey.
Anyway, like the rest of our animals, we hardly ever call him by his given name. Sammi is more often referred to as Toonces lately. Wolowitz goes by his professional name, Dr. Wu. And Gogo? Well, were weren't too original with her nickname. Just added another "go" at the end to make it Gogogo. I don't know why, but she seems more like a Gogogo than a Gogo.
So what do we call Avery most often these days?
Bootsy Collins. Or just Mr. Collins. Yeah, like the bass player from P-Funk. This guy:
So how did our most un-funky white cat come to be referred to as a most decidedly funky black cat? I'm glad you asked.
You see, Gia has a way of, ahem, talking to the cats in her, ahem, cat voice. (Do NOT judge her!) And she kind of makes up words and nicknames while she is doing it. So "Avery" became "Abba-be". And "Abba-be" became "Abba-butz" with that last part pronounced "boots". From "boots" you can probably draw the lines to "Bootsy" and then one day I started calling him "Bootsy Collins" because I fucking rule. See? Simple. Um, right?
Anyway, now he just seems like a Bootsy Collins to us. He may not have his namesake's flair or his groovy bass technique, but he's as funky as he wants to be.
Aren't we all?
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Avery isn't really white anyway. More of a pinkish cream hue.