a cat

We got a cat yesterday.

I haven't had a cat since I was a kid. One year we had like 15 cats running around our house. The first cat, Sonia got pregnant and had kittens and then we gave them all away except for Grey Kitty who then got pregnant and had babies and then we gave most of them away and then Mutli-Colored Kitty got pregnant and so did Orange Kitty and someone else and so on and so on.
Every so often my dad would round some up and take them over the the "lady with the big farm who loved kitties". She would let them all run and run and play on her farm land.
Just the other day my brother told me that there was no farm. Apparently he was in on one of the trips to the shelter.
On that trip to the shelter the worker asked my dad if they were all from the same litter, all 12 of them in varying sizes. He said yes, because it was cheaper that way. But then my brother piped in with the explanation of who was from what litter and who was so and so's mother and brother.
The shelter lady wasn't too happy with my dad. And dad wasn't too happy with my brother.
Anyway, the cat we got yesterday is from a shelter. Apparently he was adopted a few months ago but returned because he was too much of a kitten and too wild. He seems fine to us. He slept all night last night without a peep. And woke up when we all woke up. And he likes to play and he hangs out well.
And now he's following me everywhere. He's like my little assistant.
But the name. I'm not too thrilled with it. The humane society called him Pilgrim. And I want a different name. But nobody likes my names. Hector is apparently an annoying kid in Lulu's class. Elvis is dumb. Pilchard is silly. Rickie is boring. Blah, blah, blah.
Morgan likes the name Dale.
That's the thing about kids, they always want silly little cute names. Not good solid names. But I'm going to call him Hector I think. They can call him whatever they want.