My husband has put up a strong protest to getting a new cat. I guess I can't blame him. The litterbox always fell to him due to toxoplasmosis concerns. After all, you never know if or when God could bless. He also cites allergies as a concern to kind of back up his case. Honestly, I don't know if I could've married him if we'd known that back then, but I suppose that falls under that "for better or worse" clause. But once menopause hits....multiple cats and a box of Claritin.
So I guess this cat to the right here behind the sidebar is my only cat for now, and while some have expressed that he freaks them out, I like him ( I think a good cat should freak a few people out. Cats aren't nearly as happy otherwise). So I hereby name my blogcat Brixius Northanus.
Very little is known about Brixie's namesake, other than he was a minister at Soest, and he signed the Smalcald Articles and Power and Primacy of the Pope. When I saw the way he signed his name...well, he just seems like a really nice guy.
I definitely nominate him for the "Reformer with the Coolest Name Award." And don't even try to tell me that its Egidius Mechler. You just have no idea what you are talking about.