My dad named Sassy Nano after a cat that he used to have in Lebanon, whose name came from an old sitcom starring Robin Williams called Mork & Mindy. In the sitcom, Williams comes from another planet, called Ork, and “nano, nano” means hello in Ork language. About a year after having Sassy we saw the movie Homeward Bound and decided we wanted to name our cat after the cat in the movie, even though they looked nothing alike. So Nano became Sassy. :-]
From the beginning, Sass was always getting into trouble. One year she got stuck at the top of a telephone pole. She was missing for three days before we found her and called Edison to bring her down. Another year she got into a fight with another cat and had a huge flesh wound on her foot. She was always killing butterflies and sometimes even birds. One time she messed with a squirrel and got chased by it–my dad had to throw a soccer ball at it so it didn’t attack her. I cried for the squirrely. :’-[ We used to take her with us on road trips to West Virginia, and one year we even snuck her into a hotel in Traverse City. She used to like sitting on the dashboard while my dad drove..but once she realized that going in a car usually meant a trip to the vet she started hating going for car rides.
Sass was spoiled rotton. She got so much lovin that she came to hate it when we gave attention to anything else, and therefore HATED other animals. In her 18 years with us she never once was nice to another animal. Even months after we had our dog Simba and our other kitty Fluffy, Sass never warmed up to them. They were terrified of her. She did love boys though. Anytime a guy came over she would go up and sit next to him and act all sweet. She was obsessed with Adam, which is pretty funny since he has allergies. We called her a little hoe. ;-] There was no man that she loved more than my dad, though. Sass was always by his side; total daddy’s girl. He was the only one that could give her a bath or comb her fur–she would have attacked anyone else. Sass didn’t purr that often, but you could always count on hearing her distinctly strong purr when she was sleeping by my dad. She loved her baba.
I should mention that there was a rumor back in the day about her having a relationship with the neighbor’s black cat, Dingato, but I don’t think it was true. She was perfectly happy on her own, just eating and sleeping all day. Did I mention eating?
Anyone that knew Sassy knows that she LOVED to eat. You could not move your mouth without her coming up to you to investigate exactly what you were snacking on. Whenever we couldn’t find her or wanted to get her out from someplace (like under the car) we would just shake a bag of cat treats and, sure enough, her fatass would come trotting out. Besides begging for her wet cat food several times a day, she ate pretty much everything that we ate, unless it was healthy. People were always amazed that she would eat so much human food. Our family called her a Lebanese because she loved Arabic food–she ate everything from laham mishwee to mjadra. Her favorite things, though, were definitely chips, labne, and tuna.
That’s how she got the nickname Tuna. Also, Taka Tuna, Taka Taka (which actually means garbage in Swahili), Tuna Face, Yaka, and Yaka Taka Tuna. Of course we also called her Sassafrass, Sassu, Tatuu, and our Sassy Girl. Whenever we baby-talked her she would look up and slowly blink her beautiful green eyes. It almost looked like she was smiling.