When I was little there was this calico kitten that came by our house. She would sit at our garage door every day and meow because she was hungry and didn't have a home. She was just too cute and too tiny, we had to keep her. She became our cat.
It wasn't anything official. It wasn't like we had a family meeting and keeping the cat was an item on the agenda. It just sort of happened over a few months.
So, from day one, we just called her "kitty" because that's what she was, a baby cat. No one ever bothered to think of anything more interesting, and after all, what name could more accurately sum up who she was. She was our kitty.
It's funny because April and I felt no need to name our little girl these last few days because she already had so many names that seemed to fit her so well.
"Our little girl"
"Sweetie"
"Cutie"
"Hey you"
"Cariño"
"La valenciana" ... read more >>
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