The Name Game | Flash Post 329
Button, the family is in a quandary trying to fix a name for the kitten we’ve finally adopted. We call him Miu Miu now but he’s such a pro at football that we find ourselves wavering between the names Miu Miu and Messi!
I also heard you throw up the name Mischief.
That’s right. Mischief was the first cat we adopted. Actually, he was also a kitten who was about to be driven over when Dost and my daughter, both of whom had gone out for some work saw him, lifted him by the scruff of his neck, threw him on the back seat of the car, and brought him home. He lived with us and three of our huge boxers till he died at the ripe old age of 13 from kidney failure.
I remember. I also remember how he would, single-handedly, take on those three, a hundred times his size, when they attempted to harass him.
We had a circular dining table then and he would dart from chair to chair with all three dogs huffing and puffing after him to catch him and, in the process, getting the necessary exercise himself and also getting the dogs to do some exercise.
How about letting our readers decide on a name? It could be fun!
That’s a wonderful idea, Button. Let’s get our community of readers to choose between Miu Miu, Messi and Mischief. Let’s also share with our readers the fact that this little kitten is full of mischief and darts from place to place toppling things because he wants something to play with. He dropped a tube of lip balm from a table last night and had a whale of a time hitting it with my paw, fascinated by the way it rolled away from him, darting to that place and hitting it again.
He’s self-sufficient for sure.
He’s on a discovery journey right now and the tiny space he occupies at home seems like the entire universe to him. Have you watched him go wide-eyed with wonderment every time he sees an object and tries to grasp it between his paws and venture to play with it?