1) Sharky, you're not the first one ever to tell me that I am a very gay straight man.

2) I have not renamed DumDum.  Mr. Fuzzington is a nickname.  Willis is Mr. Woliquers.  AS IF anybody could ever shame me into changing my cat's name.  (though I suspect you interpretted it that way on purpose because you're a cunt)

What

Tonight I'm having lasagne for dinner.









































With red wine (if I still have a bottle somewhere)

Muppet, do you have papers for the kittens? Do those papers say their names are DumDum and Willis respectively?

If not, you've renamed them.

I think I'll have a nice salad on the side, as well.

Flasher -

You really, really are a retard.  Knock the chip off your shoulder and stop acting like such a little boy.

You don't get papers for domestic short hairs.  Willis and DumDum are the only names they've had.  I don't know how it works in the perfect Utopia you're living in (where you live in an apartment that would fit in a standard shipping container), but here, mutts don't come with pedigrees.

My point exactly. Without documents, whatever you call them is their official name.

18.

My mutts came with a pedigree, of sorts.  We wanted certified unreformed barn cats, and we've got that.  Even saw the barn.

"I don't know how it works in the perfect Utopia you're living in (where you live in an apartment that would fit in a standard shipping container)"

Isn't that what living in New York is like?

No, whatever I say is their name is their name, and whatever I say is their nickname is their nickname.

New Yorkers would kill for an apartment the size of a standard shipping container. 20ft x 20ft square, a 30 foot long wedge whose widest part was the 6 feet where the bed sat, etc.