I now have a dog named Buddy and a cat named Missy, I realised. It sounds like I am running some posh boarding school for spoilt kids.
"Come Buddy. Come on Missy, on your way. Play nice."
I got them both as adults, so I didn't name either of them, but, I guess, people will think I am that boring with pet names, none the less.
Missy is, of course, plotting Buddy's death, I can see it in the way she looks at him. She almost has him sussed out, it is fascinating to watch.
She lay stretched out and purring on my bed last night, as though she didn't have a dog worry in the world.
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'Missy is, of course, plotting Junior's death'
In which case you could rename them Julia and Tony, if you preferred.
:)
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