The rescue told Dasher that Tuna had been found on the side of the road in San Diego, and then sat in a county shelter until they pulled him out for foster care. He was only four months old, and so shy that at first he didn’t even walk, he just slunk along in a crouch-crawl. “He looked like a cartoon, like the boss from The Simpsons, so I called him Mr. Burns, but that soon degraded into Toony, like Cartoony, and finally Tuna, which stuck.” As someone who once had a cat named Fangor, who became Fanny, and eventually, Annie, because she just didn’t look like a Fangor, I found Dasher’s story of the name evolution just as relatable as Tuna’s love of naps. Sometimes the animals just name themselves.
