What's in a name?

Why "Wuwu"? Everyone asks, so I'll explain.

My sister and I were abandoned as kittens. We were had raised and then put up for adoption. We were called Rue and Risa then. Our pictures were put on the Web and were spotted by the couple who became our owners. I was on a cat climbing tree, peering at the camera. "Wuuuuwuuu!" said Dad as soon as he saw it (they aren't, of course, my mum and dad. But frankly,  it's the easiest way to refer to them, so that's who they'll be.) Apparently I reminded him of a clip from a Leslie Neilson film, Wrongfully Accused. Mum says it's a film she could happily live her whole life without knowing it existed. But if you are a Neilson fan, you probably love it. There's a scene where they are being chased by a train. They run off the tracks and hide behind a boulder, thinking they are safe. The train follows them, creeps up beind the boulder, peeks round it and makes them jump with a loud "wuuuwuuu!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjbUnn32_zU&feature=share
At 1:38

And so, the name stuck.

I'm told, it suits me. Because I'm a bit wuwu at times in the head. The indignity of it! OK, so I'm not as quick as my sister who was the first at everything - the first to jump up on the kitchen work top, the first to get into football, the first to learn to drink from a tap, the first to carry a toy,  the first to make it across the yard to the barn - everything, really. No, I'm not jealous, honest. And I never do wuwu things, like, giving myself a black eye trying to jump onto a ceramic lampshade. No one told me that my weight would make it tip!

I have other names too.

Like Flump

I seem to have more than my share of floppy genes. I don't know why. One theory is that I was so well socialised as a kitten, that I am really confident and relaxed so no need to be tense. The other theory is that my biological mum was a rag doll - a breed of cat bred to be very floppy. If that's true then Dad must have been the local feral tom, because I'm not pedigree.  Either way, I'm certainly very tolerant of being 'flopped about'. Mum once complained I was taking up too much of the bed and flipped me over with the duvet. I carried on sleeping. And when someone I like approaches, I just flop on thr floor in front of them, flump.

There's just no denying that I'm good at flumping.

The Duster

I just can't help it. I like exploring high up in the rafters and I'm fluffy, so is it my fault that I collect things on the way? Do you think I like having my whiskers strung with cobwebs? Everyone make fun of me. Mum says, at least I'm useful for something. Is she implying that just having me gracing the place with my presence isn't enough? Note the flump pose. See how I can do two things at once.

Enough about me. You should meet the other guys.