Help me name my new kitteh #1. Name he comes with? or the name I hear in my head when he greets me?

[magical thyme]

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He comes to my voice; either name works fine!

A. Rudy, his current name

B. Oaksley, the name that I hear in my head, that reflects his color and new life.

For a little detail: very affectionate, loves belly rubs. Very friendly with other cats, too. Due to affectionate nature, expected to stick around. And if somebody steals him he'll pee and poop in their house!

Was found by side of road at ~3 months old, thin but not emaciated, and in good health. Been at the shelter for nearly a year. Oh, and apparently he was just featured in a teevee ad in a costume. So he's already a celebrity!

[Scuba]

1. My cousin had a cat named Rowdy Biteface. Rudy Biteface would work too.

[magical thyme]

2. but doesn't fit his personality...at all

He's not rude. And he doesn't bite your face. Purrs and snuggles against it. But doesn't bite, even when he has good cause (long story to come later).

[Scuba]

3. Obviously not related to my cousin's cat.

[GoCubsGo]

4. I like "Rudy."

Like the movie of the same name. He got his chance after a long wait, just like the character in the film. I think it's fitting.

[Moondog]

5. Roadie?

[malthaussen]

6. Whatever you name him, he won't answer to it.

Being a cat, and all.

-- Mal

[magical thyme]

7. hard to believe, but he comes to my voice

I've let him roam around the tack room a couple times to check things out. When I call to him, he comes right over.

[Lunabell]

8. Sounds like a "Lucky" to me!

Anything you name him will be fine at his new furrever home!

[magical thyme]

10. in his case, I'd say I'm the lucky one!

When I started thinking about getting another kitteh, initially I was drawn to 2 specific color patterns. He's one of the 2.

I hadn't even gotten the words out of my mouth -- barn cat -- and they immediately selected him for me.

That he is so very friendly on the one hand, is very lucky for me. Usually the barn kittehs are ferals that won't get tame.

On the other hand, even while he is beautiful with his particular "personal issue" he won't be stolen, which makes him perfect for me, and me very, very lucky.

I said to the shelter people that I had started asking myself why I suddenly felt the need to get a cat. When they described him, I realized that he needed me. I just need to be needed.

[Enthusiast]

9. Sure sounds like a nice kitteh.

[TuxedoKat]

11. I like the name you chose

better - Oaksley or Oakley rolls a little easier off the tongue.

[Sanity Claws]

12. Take what you hear in your head

Could it be Oxley?
Is he strong as an ox?

Edited to add:

Where's the photo? How can we name a kitty without knowing what his/her face looks like

[magical thyme]

13. there will be pix, but I need the sun to come out

It's dark grey out today, so the barn is too dim right now; you wouldn't be able to see him appropriately.

Definitely Oak, as in sturdy like an oak tree. And the color of an oak leaf in October, including his sweet amber eyes.

I think he told me his name. I couldn't even remember "Rudy" by the next day, and kept thinking "Rusty....no that's not right..."

[underahedgerow]

14. I had a cat named Boiled Egg for a while. And another called Pot Roast.

They don't care what you call them, so long as you don't call them late for dinner.

[magical thyme]

15. BoiledEgg?

Here BoiledEgg! Here BoiledEgg! Time for dindin, BoiledEgg!

doesn't exactly roll off the tongue...

[underahedgerow]

16. Copious amounts of moonshine may have been involved in that particular period of time.

Ok and some weed too.

She never needed calling, she was always just 'there'!

[haele]

17. The kids gifted us with a tiny black kitten they rescued little over a month ago.

Sweet little girl, probably around 5 months old now. Went from a small handful and a half of scared and starving fluff to lanky kitty adolescence in six weeks.

The 4-year old grandbaby living with us wanted to call her Snowball, for the five or six strands of white hair on her chest (otherwise, she's solid black with a long tail, huge ears, and copper-green eyes), and Laz wanted to call her Shadow, after a favorite literary cat.
After three days, I called her Goblin. That look on her face, when her eyes get huge, ears prick up, and she's ready to launch herself on another cat or human.
She's sweet, fearless, and actually somewhat dog-like, not too destructive, but she gets very determined if she think's there's food involved, some form of play-toy (especially a chewie - hands will do in a pinch), and she always wants to know (and get in the middle of) whatever the people are doing. Always. Follows Laz and me from room to room, no matter what we are doing - sewing, cooking, cleaning, house renovations, cuddling - anything.

Goblin is her name; she answers to it.
The other household cats (all rescues) are "Princess" (an elderly Lynx-point pixie-bob who wants to be alone), "Kali-Ma" (our calico pest disposal unit), and "Eris" (our tuxedo vacuum-cleaner of food that is left out un-attended or uncovered)

Haele

[Callmecrazy]

18. Name him C'mere...

And see if he does.