What's in a name?

With apologies to Shakespeare ...

Well, for the first time ever, Grant hasn't come up with a name for our new cat . We have both thought of one choice after the other. Some of my blogger readers suggested Cleopatra. This made sound sense and is a lovely regal name but we're nervous to give a gender-specific name incase our predictions are wrong about the cat being a female!

I also loved Queenie, Maggie, Annie, Sally and Baby (doh, I know!)  And watching her confidence as she plays with the toys we've found for her and her happy disposition,  we thought of Prancer, Dancer, (I know, horse names!) or Twister. (A hurricane! LOL!)  We liked Darling, Sweetie, Cutie or Clever-pegs (All names we've used this week)  but once again, I don't think this cat would forgive us if it IS a male and is lumbered with such a name.  

She has found the coolest spot in our diningroom. On a glass shelf of our glass dining table which is just below the airconditioner. Clever-pegs? I'd say

Last night as I was preparing for bed, (Grant was in bed already with the cat lying on my pillow - the coolest spot in our bedroom) and I walked down the passage to fetch something I'd forgotten in the office. Immediately the cat jumped off the bed and padded down the passage behind me. Grant said "That cat is your shadow!" And suddenly we had her name. We have decided to call her Shadow for that exact reason. She follows me all over the place. If I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, she follows me. During the day she is behind me as I work in the kitchen. She lies on the mat beside my bed as I get ready dressed in the morning. She lies next to my computer as I sit at my desk. My Shadow. 

Ah, and it's not a gender specific name...

Welcome Shadow!