Identity Crisis, Miley (I mean Milo) the Cat

My youngest daughter has a kitty. She thought it was a female but just recently found out it is a male, much to her disappointment. Although I do not have many opportunities to be around the cat, it seems apparent that she, I mean he, may have anger issues. He likes to attack for no apparent reason and he isn’t at all cuddly. As a matter of fact, he’s just plain mean. But is it any wonder? First of all he was taken away from his mother way too soon and was left abandoned by some irresponsible human being. After being rescued from a life on the streets, this poor male cat has been called Miley for all his sheltered home life, named after Miley Cyrus, I mean, Hannah Montana, also known as Miley Stewart (who also has identity issues). Not only that but he has a pink collar and a pink litter box. Reminds me of the time our apricot toy poodle was once groomed and they put bows on his ears. Normally, after getting a hair cut he would prance around with pride in his cowboy bandana. This time he acted like he was humiliated. I’m not kidding, he was moping. I really miss that dog. I’m starting to get strong desires to get another one but hubby doesn’t want one. So anyway, I suggested they call the cat Milo, in honor of Milo Hamilton, radio voice of the Houston Astros. It IS baseball season, after all. I don’t know if the name will stick, everyone’s used to calling him Miley. He may be stuck with it. Oh, well. He’s still cute and maybe he’ll settle down when he’s fixed and de-clawed. Now that’ll really tick him off!