Nom de Chat
by Joy Monger
My cat’s name is Bradley.
He was two years old when I got him, and came with that name.
Like I’d pick Bradley for a cat’s name. That’s just silly.
I got him on election day, but “Obama” or “Hope” sounded too liberal-college-sophomore. Like naming him “Guinness” or “Bella”.
I made him a monogrammed stocking for Christmas and changed his name to Brad Lee.
It just seems cooler.
Like he’s a bad-ass country rock-a-billy. Or maybe a martial artist/international film sensation.
If he had a human voice I hope it would sound like Johnny Cash. Or even Kenny Rogers.
But I bet he really sounds like Mr. Chow from the Hangover.
He prefers to go by Brad.
I’m not even kidding.