Ricky has gone by many names in his life. When we adopted him as a kitten his name was "Rambo" and we soon learned that this was because the kid is bat shit cray-cray. We tried to come up with new names for him, but none of them seemed to stick (so for a while we even called him the Teflon Cat, ba dum shuuh).
We called him:
- Pablo (Pablo of the backyardigans, Pablo Cruz, Pablo Escobar or Pablo PIcasso depending on who in our family you asked...)
- Rocket
- Basil
- Mouse Feathers
- Fuck Face
- Death Wish
- Bruce (as in, the shark from "Jaws")
- The Baker/ The Baker Boy/ The Baker Street Irregular
We finally decided on Ricky because of the movie Local Hero. There is a character in the movie whose sole purpose is to ride his motorcycle at break-neck speeds down the road behind other characters while scenes are happening. These characters then sigh and say to each other: "Ricky's on the road tonight."
Ricky, in his kitten and cat-let days, would rip and tear around our house just like Ricky in Local Hero.
Me n' mah favorite man
Many of my readers (maybe?) will remember Ricky from my last FWT, during which I lived at home and worked on my senior literature thesis. Towards the end of FWT I was continually sick with tonsil problems and one weekend my mother and father left me alone with all the pets. Ricky had an abscess burst on his face during this weekend so I, still ill, look Ricky to the vet to have it looked at. My credit card was denied when I tried to pay the $200 to get him back from the vet, so I went down the street to the bank and paid for him in $50 bills, like a baller.
The rest of that weekend was spent reading C.B's Villette, which is maybe one of the most depressing books ever. Just me and Ricky, who had an abscess on his face.
All of this is to say, Richard is my baby beloved kitty and one of my favorite parts about coming home.
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