We have two kitties that we rescued from the shelter. We went to adopt one, and somehow came out with two!
DD (5 years old) - "Mommy, can we puuullleezzz get the other black kitty? I know that you told me that they're not brother and sister, but we could PRETEND! They neeeeeed each other, and they need us!"
That's all she wrote! Into the carrier went both of the furballs -'Cheesecake' and the unnamed boy kitty. Yes-'Cheescake' was named already. We had to keep it- it was too funny! When I asked where her name came from, I was told that her litter came from a home with toddlers, and one of the munchkins had named her. (Funny thing was that none of the other kittens had food names...)
We had to come up with a name to compliment 'Cheesecake', so on the hour ride home, many were tossed around. By the time we made it home, the unnamed boy kitty was-drumroll please-'Cannoli'!
The first time we took them to our vet, the whole place was on the ground laughing. The next time, our vet told us how unfair it was to remind her of all of the foods that she couldn't have on her diet!
