As TS Eliot said, the naming of cats is a difficult matter.
No sooner had we come up with good names than Boo and Skibo intervened. So "Ginger" and "Spot" it is.
Yours, Bombalurinacally,
N.
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When I was a kid any cat we had had a name beginning with T. Then when Mika turned up in 2000 he was named after a F1 driver because he liked to race around. Leo was already named when we got him and he does look like a Leo ("the Lion"!).
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