Finally, there are names for the new cats. It has not been without some pressure, given our previous cats were called Boy Kitty and Girl Kitty, and that our next cat was called New Kitty. It was thus, as you can imagine, with great trepidation that we adopted the two new cats.  Not for us the worries about cat flu and whether they'd bring half-dead birds or, heaven forbid, a weta into the house, (see here for a picture of the Weta, at your peril), no, not at all. The pressure was - what are they going to be named? What if we can't even think of a name? Are they doomed to be Newer Kitty and Newist Kitty? Billie or Bobbie The horrendous stress, my friends, cannot be underestimated. At work a colleague asked 'Have you named them, yet?'  It had only been a week. Try asking me that in a year. One of the boys said if he had cats, they'd be called Tim Whatley and Bob Sacamano, characters in Seinfeld. I was telling a friend this and she said, 'You cou