You may think that Gene Kelly got his name from his uncanny similarity in looks to the venerable dancer, Gene Kelly.
NOT SO!
It was a dark and stormy night, the worst night I ever seen. Raining dogs... and... cats? Nigel, what is that mewling sound I hear, it's so loud and so sad? I shall brave the pouring rain to investigate. OMG, the sweetest kitten, he is trapped in our neighbor's garden! They are not home. Do you think our other neighbor the cat fosterer can help, I'll get her.
Neighbor fosterer tells me she can take a kitten tonight and helps me rescue the damp and sad kitten from the neighbor's yard. Then she hands me a little fluff bundle in a towel and says, "you know, I'm actually pretty full up right now, can you take him for the night?"
How can I say no to those judgemental eyes, judging me? Kitten comes home with us. He can't be stray, I said, he's so clean and pudgy. Posters go up, we call all the vets, pet stores; no one comes forward, even for THIS:
Little one appears to be ours - he found us. Naturally we name him Gene Kelly because he sings in the rain.
He licks my face in the morning. Nigel says he loves me because I saved his life.
Or did he save mine?
Re: Gene Kelly dreams with his eyes open...
Done. Done and dead. I never stood a chance against Gene Kelly because a) lookittheface! and b) I loved the real Gene Kelly with all my heart and I wrote him a fan letter when I was, like, 9, and he sent me back an autographed photo and I cried for real when he died and c) the rescue story.
Sorry, whoever is up against Gene. There was never any chance for my heart.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Aww, thanks, moo.
I do remember your real GK story/fandom.
Yeah that's right my name's Yauch!