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The snow that brought Cat into our lives is hanging on. And so was his nameless condition. But he is now named. Thank you all for voting. There were two write-ins, for Shackleton and Winston. Every name was voted for, but there was a tie between Mawson and Drosselmeyer. While I was happy calling him the name of the day, The Implacable Man felt it was past time. Kym wrote the two names on a piece of paper for us to draw from, when I suggested letting Cat choose. Kym placed the folded papers equi-distance apart on the floor in front of his snoozing furry form. He opened his eyes, stood up, did a little cat stretch and walked over to one folded piece of paper. He gave it a nudge with his nose, then put his tail in the air and walked off for a snack.
And the winner is: Drosselmeyer. There is no doubt.
Welcome to Otter Creek, Herr Drosselmeyer.