Wednesday, October 04, 2006
my new boy
And I made a decision, and acted on this decision yesterday at 12:34pm.
I’ve bought a rat. That’s right. A real pet.
Haven’t settled for a collection of cats, just a rat, so no spinster jokes please.
He is my boytjie. My boy!
We spent the latter half of the afternoon deciding on names, making him agree to be the surrogate father on my sudden passing if sees fit, and a rat rather than a hamster. Rats have a bigger brain.
They’re more, you know, astute.
The names we decided on have to be laced with a certain irony. I don’t want to own a pet with a distinctive pet name, like Spot, Rattie or Rex. I want a pet with a name so unpet-like, it’s almost too much.
These were some of the multi-gendered options:
Nigeria (Meet my rat…Nigeria…he’s cute.)
Jesus (pronounced Hayzoos)
god (with small g)
Plymouth (and New Plymouth if we got a new one)
Poisson (Fish in French)
Knowledge (This is my rat…Knowledge)
We have settled on: Chad.
How awesomely random is that? Chad, our rat.
But we had a bloody hard time deciding on names. So his full veterinary-certificate name is: Chad Jean-Gilles Craig Jesus Fabio O’Toast-Da Gama.
Check out his supersonic lots-of-cool-tunnels house. House of Chad. Yay! I have something to love! Chad the vermin.