Ah, the place all to myself this weekend. Time to catch up on my Rockies & some DVDs. Hopefully someone will feed me at some point, otherwise I may resort to clawing my way into the garbage, refrigerator & cabinets.
8.04.2007
Dude, Baneaner?
I was a big fan of my then new parents' decision to call me Steve.
It worked, it made me feel, if in name only, like another one of the guys. I wasn't Boots or Muffy or Franklin or any other silly name commonly bestowed upon a pet. It gave me the purchase to feel like I wasn't not to be coddled or treated differently. I was just another dude living in the city. I just happened to be a neutered male, mid-hair domestic cat.
The sense of equality didn't last very long. After successfully dodging awkward names like potato-face for a few months, I finally thought I was coming into my own as Steve, the blogging, sleep-happy cat in the big city of Chicago. But now I have a last name that, to some, serves as a first name. Freakin' Baneaner. Even Dad has taken to it.
Steve Baneaner (Buh NEEE ner) is my full name, I fear, for the rest of my life.
So much for being an everyman. You might as well call me Muffy and tote me around Lincoln Park in a father-bought Volkswagen.
It worked, it made me feel, if in name only, like another one of the guys. I wasn't Boots or Muffy or Franklin or any other silly name commonly bestowed upon a pet. It gave me the purchase to feel like I wasn't not to be coddled or treated differently. I was just another dude living in the city. I just happened to be a neutered male, mid-hair domestic cat.
The sense of equality didn't last very long. After successfully dodging awkward names like potato-face for a few months, I finally thought I was coming into my own as Steve, the blogging, sleep-happy cat in the big city of Chicago. But now I have a last name that, to some, serves as a first name. Freakin' Baneaner. Even Dad has taken to it.
Steve Baneaner (Buh NEEE ner) is my full name, I fear, for the rest of my life.
So much for being an everyman. You might as well call me Muffy and tote me around Lincoln Park in a father-bought Volkswagen.
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