When a Lear is Not a Lear....
We haven't checked in with the Royals for a while, and we do have some news. Lear has Made it very clear his name is NOT, as thought, King Lear the Huge, but rather, "Luka". Kid you not. He never answered to Lear, and ignored it completely, but the other night I accidentally called him Luka, and he sat straight up, mewed and came running. I've kept addressing him as Luka, and he has kept answering to it.
Luka. Who knew? It's pretty clear. They tell us, but it ought to be known I sure didn't pick it.
See? TELL me he ever did THIS when his name was Lear! Now, as Luka, he feels like himself, and feels free to express his innermost feelings.
This is Luka feeling like Salvador Dali.
Here is Luka on his Settee, looking for Steak. Luka likes steak. Luka likes most things that can be eaten, in fact. Steak tho, rules. We play Steak Toss every night before bed. I lie in bed and frantically throw bits of steak across the room, where he chases them down, kills them, and comes looking for more. Dangerous game for both me and the steak.
Little Queen Mab doesn't much like her name either. She is a little more reserved tho, and it is hard to tell exactly. I've been calling her "Mabinohnya" or Mabdolina" both of which make her happier than Mab, but we will have to see what develops.
Here is Luka blissing out eating steak from my hand. He is LEARNING about claws when he does this.
I think what is amazing about Luka, who s an early generation, F2, Bengal, is how very far he has come. Many of the early gen kitties cannot re-bond, and he had a bit of a bad time in the wrong homes on the way to me. He can purr now, and act silly. His 6:00am morning routine slays me every day. (They really DO dig to China in their litter boxes.) I've moved the big fountain up to the new Bathroom (which is almost done now,) and when he jumps in bed for the morning Head Butt, all his feet are wet.
Which is so much nicer than it sounds.
I am glad he is with me. And I love it that we know his name now. Or at least what he would like to be called.
Because we never do know their REAL names, now do we?
Love and Luka,