Or, The Curious Case of Naming the Kitty Bo-bitty.
Meet the newest member of our family, a cute as a button red tabby named... well... we're just not sure.
Find the Kitty!
There he is! Here's why the trouble with naming: When we got the cat, we decided since we already have three A's, it was time for another J for Mommy. We were told it was a boy, so we picked out some great boy names- the girls wanted to name it Skippy John Jeremy, after the children's book Skippy John Jones. Dad was particularly fond of the name Kevin, but that didn't stick. Dad would have been OK with "Alan" as well, but no one likes Dad's cat names.
We had settled on Jeremy, when we took the little one to the vet. Our great friend Sally Wolfe said "Sooo, perhaps you would like to make it Skippy John Jane? It's a girl!" That kind of changed things. We were now all discombobulated. Now we had to come up with a girls name. Dad argued that it doesn't matter what we call it, since cats don't come when they are called, and put Kevin back on the table, but that didn't fly.
Mom started calling the little one "Kitty Bo-bitty", and so far, that name seems to have stuck. Abby, who we got the pretty paws for, has pondered the name "Buttercup", but the little one is just too feisty for a name like that. Grandpa came, met the cat, and dubbed it "Trouble", as in "Here Comes."
For now, it's The Bo-bitty. Kind of like U2's The Edge, or something. In any case, we love the little purr factory and like having a little one in the home, though Aubri is reveling a little too much in not being the smallest in the house. If we can just stop her from sitting on the cat, it may live to see it's fourth month...
Or, The Curious Case of Naming the Kitty Bo-bitty. 
Meet the newest member of our family, a cute as a button red tabby named... well... we're just not sure. 
Find the Kitty! 
There he is! Here's why the trouble with naming: When we got the cat, we decided since we already have three A's, it was time for another J for Mommy. We were told it was a boy, so we picked out some great boy names- the girls wanted to name it Skippy John Jeremy, after the children's book Skippy John Jones. Dad was particularly fond of the name Kevin, but that didn't stick. Dad would have been OK with "Alan" as well, but no one likes Dad's cat names.
We had settled on Jeremy, when we took the little one to the vet. Our great friend Sally Wolfe said "Sooo, perhaps you would like to make it Skippy John Jane? It's a girl!" That kind of changed things. We were now all discombobulated. Now we had to come up with a girls name. Dad argued that it doesn't matter what we call it, since cats don't come when they are called, and put Kevin back on the table, but that didn't fly.
Mom started calling the little one "Kitty Bo-bitty", and so far, that name seems to have stuck. Abby, who we got the pretty paws for, has pondered the name "Buttercup", but the little one is just too feisty for a name like that. Grandpa came, met the cat, and dubbed it "Trouble", as in "Here Comes." 
