Not "ee-gor." It's "I-gor."
And don't you dare call him cute. He's one nasty bugger.
I thought I was gonna get me some fish down by the lake,
and apparently he was thinking along similar lines.
Well, he followed me all the way home, and started finding another playmate.
Yeah. Another cat watching the incident was smart enough to run away.
Soon, I found that Igor had made other friends.
What can I say? He kinda got under my skin. So I named him.
(Yes, it's a reference to Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein.)
I guess you're allowed to like him...
... just don't get too close.