Alexander: My mother is constantly one glass of Prosecco away from buying seventeen cats.
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Charles, on nomenclature.
Charles: I found a kitten yesterday. He’s a mad alcoholic. I’m naming him Jameson after my other (found) cat.
Cecily: What’s your other cat’s name?
Charles: Whiskey.
Rahoul, on gender.
Rahoul: You can be friends with women, but in the end, you can’t live with only cats.
Cecily, on cats and babies.
Cecily: I am going to name my child Soba… or my cat. Neither exist, and maybe I’m condemning these foetal beings, still in their ideational infancy, to gluten-free, Japanese-centric lives. But, I’m cool with that. I like names with two syllables. I like names that can be pronounced in any language, and ones that go well on a Starbucks’ cup. When I take my cat or child to Starbucks, they’ll order their soy latté grandés without the extra stress of having to invent an alias.
My second born shall be Millefeuille.
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