They say the test of literary power is whether a man can write an inscription. I say, ‘Can he name a kitten?’ ~Samuel Butler
Friday’s tend to be a whirl wind of hustle and bustle and this past one became a tornado. Right after I picked up the package, (Kyle) we ran to the grocery store, then back to mom and dad’s to make dinner. Sometime in the middle I had to let the dogs out, and start a fire in the backyard for hot dogs and mountain pies, as promised to Kyle. Yikes! I was seriously in high gear, tripping over a ten year old and two dogs in the kitchen, who all wanted to be planted up my butt and I just wanted to hurry up and get out the door to get a run in before dark. In the middle of this somewhat organized chaos, Kyle told me a friend of mine was on my phone. She informed me that she had a kitten for me. What a surprise! My friend Holsters found me a cute little tiger stripped kitten!
Then to add to the events, Holsters sent me a text message containing a picture of the three cute little grey tiger stripped kittens with blue eyes. At this point, Kyle wanted to know what my excitement was when I was on the phone and I told him about the surprise. Now Kyle is equally as excited as I.
Once Holsters gave me the call, I didn’t know what to do. I just started the fire in the backyard, mom and dad weren’t home yet, and dinner was half done on the stove. I made baked stuffed zucchini and a cowboy casserole, both found on Pinterest and both were really good. Being informed that we had to pick up the kitten tonight, or schedule another time to do so, which I didn’t want to wait, I started to evaluate my situation and concoct a new plan. Since mom and dad still weren’t home, being late from work, Kyle was going to have to come with me to pick up the new bundle. Then, I was going to bring them both back to the house and hopefully someone resembling an adult figure was going to be home, so I could leave for a run. Informing Kyle of my plans, he says to me, “Aunt Heather since the dogs are pretty much like watch dogs and they are pretty protective of me, could you just leave me here with Seven and Scooby? Gigi and pappy will be home soon.” What? I said, “I don’t think so buddy, they are dogs, not adults and you are ten, not thirteen.” He just kind of shrugged his shoulders. Then maybe five minutes later, just as I turned off the stove and was getting ready to put a screen over the fire, Kyle said, “You can go Aunt Heather.” I said, “You’re not staying by yourself in the house.” He spoke up correcting my assumption by saying, “No pappy just pulled in.” Perfect timing! Just as my dad walked in the door, I heard Kyle say, “Guess what Aunt Hot Dogs got us? A kitten, there are three of them we can have.” Dad just said, “O ya?” as I basically ran out the door with excitement, telling dad I’ll be right back.
Once I got to Holly’s, I made up my mind that we were going to get our run in first, or else it would never happen and we have a race to run this Friday. Apparently at this point I was so excited, that when we exited Holly’s house getting ready to add some mileage to our shoes, I noticed my car door was just hanging open. I didn’t even remember to close the door. O boy! Can’t tell when my mind was elsewhere.
As we ran the neighborhood, we actually pasted the house with the kittens. At this point, Holly and I were both painfully excited and couldn’t wait any longer, We cut our run short with the sheer anticipation of meeting a new member of the Piper household and headed back to get the new addition.
The owners of the kittens were very nice people and let me pick one out. Even though all three kittens were very similar looking, I did bond with one instantly. The gentlemen, which I don’t remember his name, probably because I practically knocked down in the front door as I barged into the house, showed me the kitten’s mom. She was mostly all white. Interesting. They also had a young son, who was so very sweet. I checked in with their son, who looked to be about five or so, to make sure it was alright with him to take a kitten. He gave me a big smile and nodded. Too cute! As I exited the house with my new pile of fur, I noticed that I never even removed my shoes at the door! Yikes! When I’m excited, I apparently become very rude. Their house was spotless and here I’m standing in my shoes that just traipsed around the neighborhood and still pouring with sweat. My sincerest apologies! Soon I will have to stop by and bring the little boy something and let them know how the kitten was doing.
The kitten rode back with me in my lap, meowing a little here and there. As I walked in the front door, Kyle was there eagerly greeting us. He said, “Come on let’s show Gigi and pappy.” Well, dad was already asleep on the couch and I didn’t want to wake him so we headed out back to find mom. Mom wasn’t too thrilled, although from my understanding, she was more relieved that I only had one little bundle of fluff and not three.
One thing I can count on, is getting the complete conversation regarding the kitten from Kyle, while I was gone. Kyle did not disappoint. He said, “Gigi said you can take all the cats to your house if you want them so bad.” What is too funny, Kyle is not shy about calling anyone out on what they say. Fact is fact and if you said it, he will completely reiterate it and say it back to your face, which he did, in front of mom, who just sat there and rolled her eyes. Kyle instantly told me that “Gigi’s not really happy about the kitten.” Then mom said, as if waiting for someone to take her side, “What did pappy have to say about this?”. Kyle said, “He said, that’s good, Aunt Heather needs a cat.” That’s my dad! He told Kyle, after Her Name was Pudd’in passed, that we need a cat in the house.
When talking to Nicole on the phone, she snapped out saying, “Aunt Heather maybe you could clean out the litter box instead of Gigi.” and I simply stated “I have this gag reflex thing, it makes it hard for me to clean out the litter box. I used to years ago, but it’s hard for me now.” Kyle quickly justified my statement by saying, “Don’t worry Aunt Heather, I have this gag reflex thing too. Once when I was on the bus and there was this smell, I don’t know what it was but it made me gag and I threw up.” O Kyle! That is too funny!
Me, mom and Kyle sat around the fire talking to Aunt Nikki on speaker phone thinking of names for the new arrival. My sister is the queen with naming animals. She’s actually named quite a few of my cats over the years including Draco, Vega, Deneb and Pudd’in. In fact, the only cat I had, that I can remember naming all on my own was my precious Morticia. As we started to think of names, I naturally went to my books throwing out names such as Katniss (Hunger Games), Lucinda (Fallen), Esme (Twilight) and I really liked the name Neville (Harry Potter).
Then as the names continued to fly, but not really clicking, Kyle being Mr. Logical, said, “Umm let me think Aunt Heather. We call Seven and Scooby, Thunder and Lightening.” as the thoughts were forming in his head, Nicole, on speaker phone said, “Storm”. I perked up saying, “Ya, from the X-men!” She quickly popped my bubble by saying, “Well, no I was just thinking of a storm. But I guess.” Kyle’s eyes got really bright and said, “Storm!” As I laughed, I said, “Umm I don’t know Kyle, I really like Neville.” He instantly said, “Nope, it’s Storm!”
Ok, I’m not really sure why Kyle was telling me what my kitten’s name was, but it didn’t surprise me. Nicole and I started to reminisce when Kyle named Scooby. You see he was a big fan of Scooby Doo, the cartoon. At that time, Kyle was probably around four years old and he gave us a choice for the dog’s name of Scooby or Flame On, from The Fantastic Four. Everyone unanimously agreed on, Scooby. Nicole and I laughed and told Kyle, “Could you image calling the dog, ‘Here Flame On'” We were cracking up! Then Kyle spoke up saying, “Ok Aunt Heather, the kitten’s name is Storm.” I said, “Why?” and he instantly said, “Because you got to pick Scooby’s name, so I get to pick the kitten’s name.” O Kyle! He is too much!
Needless to say, I really didn’t have much of a say so in the matter. Kyle instantly started to call the kitten Storm and he informed me that the kitten is already used to her name so we have to stick with it. Clever Kyle! Well, the name did wear off on me and stuck. Storm has arrived!
As we departed on Sunday night, Kyle explained to me that Storm was more attached to me because I drove the kitten home. Then he immediately made a comparison to when he rode home holding Scooby as a puppy. He said, “That’s why me and Scooby are so close. How did you get Storm home?” I replied, “I held her in my lap as I drove.” Reassuring his thoughts, he said, “Ya Aunt Heather you held her when you brought her home. So now she’s going to be close to you.” Apparently, according to Kyle when you bring an animal home, while sitting on your lap, it solidifies the bond between the pet and owner. Interesting theory. Is it like making ‘the bond with the halo’? (humor reference to Avatar).
Well after an eventful weekend, Storm has warmed her way into our hearts already. Even Seven seems was behaving and now has taken the responsibility of watching the kitten and following her around. Scooby checked out Storm when I first brought her in the house, but then could care less. Now whenever we want to find Storm, we just ask Seven, “Where’s the kitty?” and he starts sniffing around and points her out. Yep, I think this is going to work. One of the best surprises! Thanks Aunt Hot Dogs!