A kitten actually.
As she was something of an unexpected addition, were a bit at a loss at first for a proper name for our latest refugee.
Our other two cats are Mojo-Jojo - black-as-pitch with a hellish temper and an overdeveloped sense of her own importance, sometimes referred to a Basement Cat - and Mocha - a sweet Siamese mix with a tendency to shed and drool, also known as Ceiling Cat.
This latest feline refugee is something of an in-betweener: She's a sweet and somewhat fearless little ball of fluff - a gray tabby with little white boots to match the tip of her tail.
"Boots" seemed an obvious choice. But as she doesn't show any signs of talent for the long con, we decided against it.
The Professor's first choice was "Sneaky Ninja Kitty" after she affected a daring escape from her carrier right under our noses on her first night home and managed to stay hidden for almost an hour. But that was a bit of a mouthful.
Bam-Bam offered up "Bam-Bam" and "Mr. Potato Head" as possible monikers. But we convinced him that having more than one of each would just get confusing.
After a few more rounds of suggestions from the kids that would have had even Hollywood Moms doing spit-takes, I decided to pull out the big guns. And I sat down to read to the boys Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats.
Then I had them sleep on all they'd learned about the Naming of Cats. The next day, they made their decision.
And so, I'm pleased to introduce you to Ms. Jennyanydots:
When the day's hustle and bustle is done, then the gumbie cat's work is but hardly begun,
Zen
