My surname has changed too many times that I can’t even keep track of. I don’t know what my mother’s surname was, even though I know who she is. She raised me and my three brothers until we were old enough to fend for ourselves. She kept us safe in a wood pile in a backyard.
I’ve had many adventures and several homes since that time. I’ve been to the vet and hated it every time. That’s where the name changes tended to occur. It just all depended upon which human was claiming responsibility for me at the time of each visit.
Well, to make things simpler and easy for everyone, my girl gave me the surname of Le Chat, which is simply French for the cat.
I am a cat. The surname fits me and reflects my girl’s influence on me.