Long story: about a year and a half ago, a stray cat in our neighborhood had some kittens who all eventually took up with one of our neighbors. My DD had grown very attached to them and had named all the kittens. Unfortunately, one by one, the little kittens became sick and some of them began to die. It was basically a 24-hour a day job taking care of these sick kitties, so the neighbors pitched in to help. We took one of them named Cinnamon.
I could not believe how well my DD took care of that little kitten. She had to be fed every couple hours, cleaned up after and honestly, it was worse than a baby. Seemed once you finished cleaning her it was time to feed her again. Unfortunately, the little kitten died (as did all of the others in the litter - we never figured out why).
Although DH was against having a pet, we decided that DD had shown she was more than responsible, so we decided to get her a kitten. We wanted to name it after Cinnamon, but that name did not seem right for this particular kitten, so we named her Ginger instead. About a year later, a neighbor got 'stuck' with the cutest little kitten that looked almost exactly like DD's little Cinnamon. I fell in love with him, but knew DH would never agree to another one. Well, one day DH comes home from work carrying that little kitten. I couldn't believe it....my cat-hating husband. So of course, we had to name this one Cinnamon!
We always joke that if we get any more we'll have to name them Basil, Garlic, Oregano, etc!
Kim