Kitty

We adopted a kitty last Friday. He's eight months old and has a flair for playing with noisy toys at 6:00 a.m. If he were human, I'd find him oddly ugly. He's cute as a kitty (orange and white).

He has a few potential names: Carmello (yes, like the basketball player, but also like a carmel-covered marshmellow) and Dylan (the kitty has lots to say, but you can't understand him...much like Bob Dylan). There's also Luffie (yup, like the pirate) and Chomper (yup, like the pirate's talking reindeer friend) and Yoshi (like Mario's buddy). The Hobbit Hole has many, many influences.

Anyway, we're stuck between names. This evening I called him "Noisy Carmello Dylan, Jr." which seems to work well, but will not fit on a pet tag. I also keep calling him "Poo" but that's because the upstairs orange and white kitty is called "Poo" (thus, I'm not clever). I have no other news. If any clever combination of names occurs to any of you lone readers out there, please let me know. Naming kitties has taken up my weekend. Also playing noisy toys with a noisy kitty...

The moral of today's story: humans are the only species who understand sarcasm...or should.

An Erinku:
kite,
in bag,
yet to be
flown