James, I’m bawling. I love his name and that he was a spontaneous addition to your family. That part did make me chuckle a bit.
When I was a young girl, during the 9 months we lived in Topeka, KS, my piano teacher had 2 beautiful cats. One’s name was Prince as well. My teacher, who I can’t remember his name to save my life right now, was a middle aged gay man, who I adored. The feeling did not seem very mutual at first. I practiced hard and did everything I could to make him like me. One day, maybe a month or so after I started lessons with him, Prince jumped up onto the piano bench with me and stayed for the entire lesson. My teacher asked, “So, do you know why his name is Prince?”; to which I replied, “Of course. Like Prince and the Revolution. He stalks around here like he runs things, just like Prince does on stage!”
My teacher’s entire personality towards me changed that day. He smiled, he joked, he teased (in a nice way). Prince the cat brought us together, just as much as the phenomenal musician (and my knowledge of him) did.