Thursday, June 30, 2005
My fabu Wifey rescued this little baby from potential doom after one of her macho little middle school students confessed that the litter was headed off to the local animal shelter.
So I jumped off the train the other night, ran to the car and found a brown wicker basket nestled in Little Man's lap. He was grinning from ear to ear.
However, when I tried to meet the new kitten, Little Man insisted, "My Kitty. Mine." I was delighted that Little Man was gently petting the kitten and clearly bonding with "his" new pet, so I ignored the sass. Needless to say, I had to wait for bedtime to snuggle the new family member.
The next day, we named her Lugh, after the Celtic God of the Sun, known as the "Shining One." (since she's white, we're not being terribly creative here) After deciding on Lugh, I realized that the God was also known for arts and crafts. Hooray, the kitty is blog-worthy. I'm just hoping she's won't become the Goddess of Yarn Balls. eek!
UPDATE: Lugh is pronounced like Lou. Thanks for asking.