I swear my cat reminds me of EDWARD! But there are other reasons why I named him Luca.
I walked in to my house, returning from a long day at school. Luca came running up to me, and meowed. I picked up the little fluff ball, and rested him on my chest, his little arms hanging over my shoulders.
I carried him over to the mirror, as I do always when I come back from school, and said his name. "Luca. Luca-pyon." I cooed.
He looked at me, no more than a second, before he bit me right on the neck.
"OW! Ow ow ow!" I screamed. He always had to bit me, right where my vains are! On my inner wrist, my neck, and on my cheek!
"Remind me again why I didn't name you my little Edawrd?" I asked the kitty, as I placed him on the couch arm. He looked at me, and hunched back. Then he pounced right for me! But he missed by a mile and fell to the floor. He ran to my leg, then attacked it, but then flipped out and ran away.
"Oh yeah, that's why."
Luca is a boy cat, so I couldn't name him Luna, which also means, "Crazy." A perfect name for my poor crazy cat.