I don't really have a great personal history with cats. There was a night in college where a friend and I were eating away our future hangovers at Steak & Shake at approximately 3:00 am on a Tuesday and we bought a kitten from our waitress. She gave us her apartment keys and directions to her place and we drove over, got the kitten and took it home with us.
It. Was. A. Disaster.
The poor thing (that we never even bothered naming) was shipped off to a friend's farm (really!) within a month. I'm not even sure I should be allowed to be in the same domicile as a cat because of it.
Despite my reservations, Roommate was determined to buy a cat. We talked about names. Since she was planning to get a male, we tossed around the name of every Jane Austen leading man, a few past monarchs and other smart-and-clever titles before settling on "C. K. Dexter Haven", after Carey Grant's character from Philadelphia Story.
Long story short, don't spend a lot of time planning the name of a cat you don't even want because Roommate will come home with a female cat, name it Stoli (after the vodka) and it will have been a huge waste of time. Especially since we started calling her "Face" after about a week of cohabitation and that's the name that actually stuck.
This is Face and this will be her story. 
