We went to see three incredubly cute kittens last night, one of whom (a tabby boy) will be coming to live with us in a couple of weeks. He purred when I picked him up and stroked him - hopefully the start of a wonderful friendship!
Alice has the responsibility for choosing a name, and the current favourite
is "Toby", after a toy dog of hers. (Only ten days to get her to change her
mind!) Seriously, she first said she wanted to call him Barney, which of course
we poo-poohed. She later asked me very seriously why we couldn't call him
Barney, and so I had to explain how painful it would be. Makes you think about
how a six-year-old's mind works.
My suggestion was Bruno, which unfortunately cut no ice with Alice. But she
really must be the one to choose, in order to foster this spirit of