October 6th, 2008

Last night we became parents again. Our youngest cat, who those with a really, really good memory will recall was named the terrifying name of “Cookie” groan (I’m apparently destined to have to yell girl chosen names for our animals the rest of my life – if guys would’ve named the cat she’d be ‘Blood fang’ or ‘Cujo’…) had a kitten yesterday. Named, yet again, the truly terrifying name of “M&M.” Sigh. Bill Cosby once said to be sure your child’s name has a vowel at the end so that it will carry when you’re yelling it…apparently we never heed that advice. Like the cats will listen anyway. Mom and baby are doing fine. Those with shorter memories like me will possibly recall that we had another kitten join us recently, a little stowaway who jumped into the truck when Kat left the truck door open at our vet’s farm  and in she climbed (sound familiar?…) so we’re up two cats in two weeks or so. After an incident involving her stealing jalapeno peppers off my plate in a mad dash drive-by (an event we all suffered for for about 8 hours or so…) she’s now called “Pepper.” For a non-cat person, I sure am surrounded by them now. Ummm, let’s see if this works in other areas…I sure don’t like money…nope, apparently it only works with annoying little furballs.