What's in an Appellation?

I sensed my Queen was disgruntled. She laid on the bed and moped. Even Spyder knew she was brooding. He went to our Queen to offer comfort and purrs. She sighed. I asked her what was wrong. She shook her head, rolled her eyes and answered, "Nothing!"

It doesn't take a ninja to know when a female says "nothing" it definitely means "something"! I licked my paw and looked at her sideways to let her know I respect her Majesty but if she didn't come clean and let us know what's bothering her, I would signal Spyder to give her a chase and that would get her out of her bad mood.

I certainly can't tell my Queen what to do, but I can sway her with my Ninja mind control techniques. It worked very effectively.

Our Ladyship Bambi said she was dissatisfied with the title of the blog and wants to change it.

"Seriously," she said. "Think about it a moment. With all due respect to those who came before us, I am not the Dowager Queen. I am THE Queen." She spread her claws open to emphasize her meaning.

I could see her point. It has been well over a year since I came here to my forever home with Miss E and I know the Dowager Queen was not here when I arrived, though her scent was strong. Yes, someone might come to the blog looking for the Venerable One and not understand that she has moved on.

Before I attempt to plant the idea of a name change into the head of Miss E, I thought it would be important to include our young teencat into the decision process. After all, he has demonstrated such maturity lately.

So I turned to Spyder and asked. "What do you think? Shall we change the name? Bring it more up to date?"

Spyder stood up, stretched grabbed his mousie and left the room. "Whatever!" he mumbled.

I'm really going to have to speak to him about his attitude! Teenagers!