So earlier in the week I polled, you, my readers on what we should name the kitten that my husband found at work the other night. You all were so kind to go through our ten names and pick your favorite. And Sully is in the lead which my oldest daughter is not at all happy about. Honestly, he doesn’t strike me as a Sully.
A few of you put in a few other name considerations. As if we didn’t have enough to argue over. Just kidding, it’s always nice to hear other suggestions. Doesn’t mean we liked them or would use any of them, but you know it’s still nice to hear what others think.
So after all of this our list of 10 just continues to get longer and we still haven’t named him. He’s just being referred to as “The Kitten” by me mostly and now DH is calling him Rocky because he’s the under dog in the “fights” between him and Chester (our other cat). Every time my husband calls him Rocky, I say no, he’s Riff Raff. I don’t know, somehow I really think Riff Raff suits him.
But anyways, the point is we still haven’t named him because we can’t agree on anything. And since he has joined our family I have been breaking out in hives and swelling like crazy. My tongue even swelled up yesterday. I am on antihistamines which is helping, but I hope I don’t have to take medicine forever to live in my own home. I don’t touch the kitten. I have never reacted this way to any animals. So I don’t know if it’s the kitten or something else (maybe our new neighbors, ha) that is causing this. But everyone is in love with this little guy including our other cat. He looks for him and last night I caught him with one paw around him and licking him. Too much cuteness for me.