Our newest addition spent far too much time without a name; the kids debated it, Ian humored them, and I complained about her nameless state until he pointed out that our other two cats were rarely called the same thing for years and seem to understand who's who. But, during dinner, when given two choices, Oz or Weezer, the vote was 4-1 in favor of Weezer.
My consolation was that Oz can be her middle name ;)
There was some concern yesterday that we weren't going to be able to keep her, after all. One of Kevin's friends was calling around to everyone he knew in the neighborhood because his cat's kittens had gone missing and they had found all but one, and it turned out that yes, this little girl was the missing kitten. He told us, sadly, that he knew where she lived and who owned her, but ten minutes later the boy's mother called back to tell us that they only wanted to know where she was and that she was all right. They were getting ready to try to find homes for all the kittens--and hey, if we wanted another one, they had two more!
One more cat here is enough, at least until Ian decided to become a crazy cat lady.
He is totally taken with this kitten and lets her crawl all over him, and he still says he doesn't like cats. I think he's just afraid he'll have to turn his man card in if he admits he likes the cats as much as he likes the dog. It also amazes me how easily Goofy, Pluto, and Tank accepted her. There was no hissing and spitting and no barking, but I think Weezer is getting tired of being bathed by other cats, and especially by Tank's giant tongue.
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