Guest Post: The Cats with No Name with Pauline Baird Jones

When I was younger we used to have a cat that liked to sleep with me at night. He was the softest gray and he’d snuggle up next to me with his kitty head on the pillow next to mine, like he was person, not a cat. Sometimes he’d nudge me until I was almost off the bed. I loved that cat, even though he was a bed hog.

And…I don’t remember his name.

So I asked my sister and she said, “I don’t think any of our cats had names. We just called them here kitty kitty, nice kitty, cat, darn cat…”

I sor...