One of us. One of us. One of us.

Flat on her back hogging the couch. Yep- she's one of us. I promise I won't start posting a million pictures of my cat on this blog, don't worry.

We took her to the vet yesterday to get her checked out and aside from the earmites and the fact that she may be pregnant, everything went well. You can see on her belly where the vet buzzed a patch of hair to check for a spade scar. (none there)

We LOVED our vet and the assistants who worked there. We found out that she is a "classic tabby" since her markings on her side produce a circular pattern instead of stripes.

We still don't have a name for her. I, however, am calling her Tucker- a suggestion made by Carrie. It seems she has met a female kitty named Tucker, who was named after Maureen Tucker, the drummer for the Velvet Underground. I like the name. It's the same kind of name as Scout, from To Kill a Mockingbird. I don't want a cloying super-girly name. We have tried Loo-Loo, Trixie, and even Missy Pants. Tucker may not stick either, but I feel like I have to start calling her something besides My Sweet Goober-Poo.