My cat's name was Isabel. She was the best cat ever. I adopted her from the Humane Society When I was in my mid twenties. She had been there for six weeks because her **** former owners brought her in pregnant (WTF! Right?). They euthanized her kittens after she had them.
Anyway, she was the best cat ever she was almost human like (and yet, I never called her my furbaby, ewww!). I took her "adoption" very seriously and treated her like a queen. I treated her the way I wish my aparents had treated me.
I would actually say that to my husband, "And she's just a cat! I was a person! I treat my cat better than they treated me. "
Boo hoo, I know, but it's true. I took my responsibilities to my cat better than my stupid aparents ever took them for me.
So my cat died about two years ago. We all still miss her especially my older son.
I guess I use her name to keep her memory alive AND to remain somewhat anonymous.
What?
You all think I'm a freak now, don't you?