In my home, we have two cats, Cleo and Ramses {there was Julius, may he RIP -- his death was more traumatizing to my mother than when her first born (me) went away to college over 500 miles away, but that is neither here nor there}. The thing is, I never call Cleo and Ramses by their given names. They are only called, and respond to, "George Clooney and Owen Wilson", respectively. I find them to be more suiting of their personality, and better names anyways.
With that being said, on nights when I hear them pitter pattering down the halls, I have often thought of dressing them up like this (i would obviously add a headband) instead of studying for Conceptual Physics or doing the several hundreds pages of reading I have:
{cats with more style than half my classmates}
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