The story of the nameless kitten

Last night we picked up a new little kitten. The most adorable little kitten in the world (except for Artie and Lola).

The plan has always been to get Artie a new little friend, since he adored Lola and has not been the same ever since. But, we had to wait a good amount of time, allow Cohen to become slightly less insane, and be sure we were in our new home. (For future reference, the plan is still to get a second pup as well, but that it on hold for now... I digress).

Well, it all started out perfectly. The search started for a long haired, black and white female kitten. And we found her, just like that! She had tiny little white feet, the most adorable face, and hair just like Artie’s was when he was little. So, we called, and the seller put her aside for us. Voila, done and done.

We spent days going through names, narrowed it down to three, then to two, then to one, which we called her constantly in the first few hours she was home. Things were going great, and it seemed obvious that Artie was thrilled with his new little girlfriend. They were in love.

And then, we discovered, she was a boy.

I hear that this may be why they are actually getting on so quickly. Apparently boy cats are very easy going and snuggly with one another. Unless, that is, both are unfixed and there’s a female in the area.

As of now, I’m still not 100% confident in what he/she is, and so he/she remains nameless until tomorrow when the vet can tell us for sure. After all, they all look the same to me!

But by tomorrow, we should have a name for out little kitten, one way or the other.

Hope everyone can come see him (or her) soon! And please don’t make too much fun of him (or her) for this, he or she will likely be forever confused…