When I first saw the little pile of kittens, I couldn’t help but to wonder about all of them. Who would they be? I’m not saying they were formless blobs, they had form, they had squeak. They were big heads with little bodies. Little lives that I wanted to protect, but still – who are they?
As eyes opened, there was a little more life. Queen Latifah was nearly the first one I named. She was always staring at me. My niece fell in love with her. I just figured Queen Latifah was her at home baby name if my niece was to take her, like a barn name or a nickname. My friend Ellen has a big huge white dog that throws her energy around also and her nick name is Queen Latifah.
As the eyes opened and the personalities slowly appeared, Queen Latifah became a bigger and bigger personality. So the question is – what came first the chicken or the egg? Is she this brassy, funny, sexy broad because I gave her that archetypal name – or did I see that spark of bigness the moment her eyes opened?
How did you name your pet? Does the name fit? Does the name carry archetypal value or does it hinder the blooming of your companion?
I can tell you one thing – Queen Latifah can beat her brothers and sister up the curtains – oy.
p.s. Queen Latifah whined a bit with my niece and my neice moved on to another kitten. Queen Latifah chose us (she tries as often as she can to sleep with the dogs!)