meet fangun

This is our (fairly) new cat, Fangun. I picked him out at the animal shelter where they had dubbed him "Bernard". He had been a stray so they had no history on him but he has been the perfect family cat. When I first brought him home, I thought he'd bolt as soon as he saw all the little eyes upon him. But he actually perked up and went over to the boys right away. He has more patience that any cat I've ever seen. He puts up with grabbing, pulling and squashing without even so much as a growl. I catch Cooper pulling on him occasionally and as soon as he sees he's been busted he'll start petting him nicely saying, "sooooft, soooft" with a twinkle in his eye. And he's not even two. "Bernard" did not seem right for him. We went through many names over the course of his first month with us, but none that stuck. Until one night Clayton came up to my husband and announced seriously, "Dad. I have a name for the cat. Fangun. Fans pop soft sings (meaning 'soft things'-balloons to be exact) and guns kill manimals (animals). A dangerous name for a dangerous cat." We have no idea why he considers him to be a "dangerous cat" since he puts up with everything they dish out, but maybe when you're three and you have an animal almost half your own size living in your house and sometimes sleeping on your head, it may seem a little risky. Long live Fangun.