My Own Personal Monotony

We’re getting a kitten in June. Since the original plan, way back when, was to get a cat for Hamish to play with, I suppose it is only consistent that I get a new kitten for Fergus. The whole Hamish-Fergus best-friends plan never really took off. I’m hoping that like follows like and the new kitten will keep Fergus playing and crazy for a while.

This is the new little bugger in April. I made the fatal misstep of calling him “Yoda” because of his ears – my mother and Peggy both latched on to that, and now refer to him, inexplicably, as Yodi.

Um. No. This is Finnaeus. Finn for short, even though I’m not normally a fan of the nickname. I think Finn will make a fine name for this scrappy little guy. And I do like having a more formal, you’re-in-trouble name…. FINN-AE-US! I should have given Fergus and Hamish middle names for when I yell at them. It would make much more of an impression, I’m sure.

Since the other two beasties are massive brutes, relatively speaking, I assumed I would be coming home with the biggest of the boys.

After watching 11 kittens squirming, feeding and playing for a few hours, this pint-sized mini really impressed me. He was smaller than all the other kittens, but eager to explore his surroundings, interested in everything, and seemed to enjoy batting everyone else in the head. All character traits much admired, and much required when coming into our home.

The difference that one month makes is amazing. I can’t wait to see him interact with Fergus and Hamish. Good luck, Finn. May the force be with you.