James is 16 years old today. And to embarrass both of us, I thought I'd share all the nicknames he has. If you're a pet person, you'll understand. And if not, well, then please humor a crazy cat lady!
He was six months old and already named James when he came to live with me. James is not a name I'd have picked, but it really suited him so I kept it. I added the middle name Oberon* a few years back.
I most frequently call him James, Jimi, or Jamie, but he's also Jimmers, Jimi Jam, Jammers, Jacques, Jacques E. Nelli, Jimo, Jimoze, Jimilini, Jimilini Beeni, Lini, Jiminelli, Jimminelli Boom Boom Nelli, Nelli, Mr. Orange, Orange, Tiger Bites, Boo, Boo Boo, Baby, Bay, and Boy (and, frankly, sometimes also Girl in the same way that Fiona is sometimes Boy. It's the aging and distracted brain!). Note he is never Jim.
Please raise your paws and join us in some birthday tuna!
*Named neither for Shakespeare's king of shadows and fairies nor for the outermost moon of Uranus (though both are fitting for different reasons), but rather for my favorite beer, a summer ale brewed by Kalamazoo-based Bell's Brewery, as he's that color.