What's in a Name?
“What’s its name?” asked Jax as he watched the cat rubbing its head against Sara’s shoulder in the Waverider’s medical bay.
“Princess?” said Len.
“It’s a he,” Sara told him.
“So’s Raymond,” he replied. “Princess it is.”
Ray rolled his watering eyes. Gideon manufactured a shot for him and Mick jabbed it in his neck.
“Ow!” Ray said. Mick grinned.
“I think he should be Schrodinger,” Ray said, looking delighted at the suggestion. “You know... Schrodinger’s Cat?” he added. He frowned at the blank looks on his crewmates’ faces.
“Sorry, we didn’t major in stupid stuff nobody cares about,” Len said.
Martin sighed. “Perhaps you should have, Mr. Snart. That is an excellent suggestion for a feline on a time machine. Although, personally, I think it should be Occam,” Martin said.
Jax gave him a side eye. “That’s even worse than Schrodinger.”
Rip entered the suite, “There you are Miss Lance. Welcome bac—aaa-ACK! What is that?”
“A cat,” Sara said.
“When I said you needed to stop picking up strays, I literally meant, you should stop picking up strays.”
“I didn’t,” Sara said. “My sister found it. She was going to adopt it but you know, since we can’t save her, the cat will be orphaned in a month.”
The crew looked at Rip and he sighed, giving Sara an apologetic look. “What have you named it?”
“We were just discussing that,” Ray said. “I vote for Schrodinger.”
Rip smiled. “That’s a good one.”
The assassin/criminal elements of the team collectively rolled their eyes.
“Oh my God!” Kendra squealed as she joined the group. “It’s so cute!”
She picked up the cat and started cooing to it. “Aren’t you the sweetest thing?”
She looked at Sara. “How old is it?”
“Gideon thinks about six months,” Sara said.
“You are too cute,” Kendra said, laughing as the kitten rubbed his head against her chin.
“What’s his name?” she asked.
“There is some debate apparently,” Rip said.
“I like Bast, for the Egyptian goddess of cats,” Kendra said.
“Just when I thought nothing could be worse than Martin’s idea,” Jax said.
“I like Fluffy,” Len said. The team looked at the hardened criminal. “Well, it is... fluffy.”
Mick growled. He picked up the kitten and placed in on his shoulder. “Let’s go check out the galley for tuna, Furball.” The kitten meowed as it rubbed against the arsonist’s warm neck.
“Furball, it is,” Len said.
“Hell no,” Sara said. “That’s a stupid name.”
They bickered as they followed Mick out the door.
Rip gave Ray a sympathetic look. “I seem to recall you are allergic to furry animals.”
“Gideon gave me a shot.” Ray grinned, looking a little loopy. He turned to leave the medbay as well. Kendra tucked an arm under his shoulder as he weaved a bit.
“If Gideon has tuna, maybe she can make tuna casserole,” he said as they disappeared into the hall.
“Gideon, what did you give Dr. Palmer?”
“Allergastion,” she replied.
Rip groaned. “Wasn’t that outlawed?”
“Yes, but since Dr. Palmer won’t be driving any motor vehicles, it seemed the best solution.”
“No, he just wears a suit that can fire subatomic particles through the ship’s hull,” Rip reminded her.
“Good point, Captain. I will continue to peruse medical records for a possible solution.”
“Thank you Gideon. Now please, take us out of here.”