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Lil’ Pancreas

Lauren

One of my friends comes over to my house and calls Pablo every P-name but Pablo. It messes me up for days. I’ll call the kitty for dinner and find myself calling a Lil’ Pistachio, a Lil’ Precious, or a Lil’ Punkin, but never a Pablo.

As you can see, Pablo finds something about being called “Lil’ Pancreas” very pleasing.

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  2. i can’t remember the last time we referred to or called our cat by her proper or original name – we just call her whatever comes to mind (e.g. DaChubbin, Smite the Mighty, Pigeonpie) or whatever seems to best express her generalized dementia at any given time (e.g. Monkeybunny, Speedy Gonzales, Spazzo-the-Butt, etc.)

    works just fine. i mean, it’s not like she pays attention to us when we address her anyway. we could just as easily call her “Wallace Wifflepin III, Esq.” for all she cares…

    how did you name him Pablo, anyway?

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  8. Reminds me of my old tabby (sigh). Just looking at the picture, I feel an instictive urge to reach through the screen, scratch his chin, and coo babytalk in a very uncharacteristic manner.

    (pauses, regains fragile masculine pride)

    Glad to see Pablo is bueno.

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