A new name.

The cat that adopted us recently finally has a new name. My neighbor was calling him Grey Ghost, but that just wasn't a fitting name. The new one is way cooler.
We recently finished a costco-sized box of corndogs, and we used the lid as a place to roll dice while playing a board game in bed. Of course, we left the bottom half of the box on the floor, and G.G. took up residence almost immediately. Why not? It's small, has high sides you can just peer over when curled up in it (for safety and stealth) and it smells like corn dogs. What's not to like?
He spent so much time camped out in this box that Eli put a blanket in it for him. Every time I would ask, "Where is G.G?", Eli would respond with, "Where do you think he is???".
A couple days ago I told G.G. we would just start calling him Corn Dog, and it stuck. He is now G.G. Corn Dog, the Cat in the Box. I have a picture of him, but I am to lazy to download it. Use your imagination.