Daughter: What kind of name is that for a cat?
Me: It’s perfect. More to the point it’s…
Can’t help myself…
A narrowing of the eyes, a slight tilt of the head, the exaggerated arch of an eyebrow tell me I’ve gone too far..
Me: It’s a lovely name.
Daughter: I won’t be calling him that.
Me: It’s in memory of Baba.
She looks at me as though trying to fathom a Mensa challenge..
Daughter: Baba’s name was Ebenezer.
Me: You can’t call a cat Ebenezer.
Daughter: What about Klaus?
Me: Not happening.
Daughter: Declan? Bob?
Daughter: Alfred? Tobias?
Daughter: Ian it is then.