Friday, November 26, 2010
On Wednesday, Gage came up into the kitchen and asked me if we could name the new (still nameless) kitty Mr. Squirrel. I have no idea where he comes up with this stuff. Immediately I responded with but she's a girl. To which Eric calmly and quietly answered, "She's not a squirrel either." Touche. I thought about it for a minute. Thought about what I'd call her and decided I didn't really care. So I said I was fine with that. Much to his complete surprise. I think I threw him off with my acceptance of this suggestion. So off he went, proud as punch. So Mr. Squirrel it is. I figure I'll call her Squirrely or Butthead or Fatty or Princess, or whatever it is I feel like calling her at that moment.
She's adapted nicely. And I've figured out she's a total "asshole" like Shakespeare. I figure they are both still relatively young and kitten-like.