Hi folks Archie here to tell you the story of how I got my name. If you want to read about how some of my friends got their names also, pop on over to the Tabby Cat Club.
When mum and dad adopted me my name was Marshall and I was about five months old. Mum wasn't so keen on the name so she was looking for ideas on a website that had cat names and their meanings.
I was not a shy kitten in fact the first moment my bedroom door was opened after my quarantine period, I scampered down the stairs straight into the living room and began playing with toys!
In fact mum insists I said "tada, here I am" but I think she's fibbing on that one. For a while my mum and dad considered calling me Rufus or Russell which are both supposed to mean red but those names didn't seem to suit me. Then mum came across the name Archibald which means bold and she thought that was perfect for me because I was such a brave boy.
so I lived happily ever after with the name Archie :-)
