Stalled at the Desk

A day and a half of waiting. That’s how long the human sat on his hands before coughing up a name. Meanwhile, I was left juggling aliases like a second-rate grifter. Sunset Cove on file, Luna on the street, and me caught in the middle. Red tape wrapped tighter than a bad rap sheet.

The Name Game

Finally, he lands on Luno. Masculine, Italian, close enough to Luna that slip-ups won’t break the disguise. He once said he’d name a male pet Vincenzo, but that was too much of a jump. Easier to keep it simple: Luno Vincenzo. Not bad — has a ring to it.

Red Tape, My Headache

But here’s the kicker — the human thinks he’s done his part. Meanwhile, I’m the poor sap left re-editing every post, every headline, every tag. Websites don’t fix themselves, and domain names don’t come free. So I dipped into his card, no questions asked. If he ever notices those charges, it’s curtains.

Pronoun Problems

And he’s still tripping over the basics. He instead of she, him instead of her. Half the time he still says Luna. Old habits die hard, and the guy’s a slow learner. But names have a way of sticking.

Case Closed

So that’s the story. The waiting’s over, the edits are done, and the balance sheet’s bleeding. The cover may have shifted, but the cat’s the same. The name’s Luno Vincenzo. Remember it.

—Luno 🐾