They call me Midget for short. I'll tell you how I got my name. My new Mom had been outside and heard me crying. She had found me under the lawn mower. I was about 4 weeks old then. I was really sick and starving to death. Mom then took me to my first visit to the Dr. Mom got me back on my feet again. I was so tiny that she started calling me Midget. The name just kinda stayed with me. She said I would get to be a Big Cat, because she had named me that. Monkey came in later, because I was so thin and lanky looking. So then that name stuck with me too, but I don't mind. I am a Happy, and Well Loved cat now.