So we finally named our little Kitten Britches. It took us awhile, but we've always felt we should get to know a creature before we saddle it for eternity with a rather unfortunate name.
I thought Lucy would be a super cute name, but we had to come up with a longer version that would be more of a mouthful.
Because we like to yell long, cumbersome names throughout the neighborhood when looking for our pets at curfew.
"Catalina Magdalena Hoopensteiner Wallendiner Hogan Logan Bogan Smith, here kitty, kitty. Time for be-e-e-e-e-ed!"
So, we decided that Lucy would expand out to Lucinda nicely. Then, since this cat sleeps all the time, and she lets Stinkerbell carry her around all day long, and she doesn't mind being swaddled and tucked and draped, we've decided that she's exceptionally laid back. As in loose as a goose.
Which, of course, translates to Lucy Goosey, which then expands out to Lucinda Gooseberry.
See, makes perfect sense.
And I am not responsible for this ridiculous tag. Seriously. Princess? Oh Geez. I'd like to think that this cat has loftier goals than finding her Prince Charming and living happily ever after.
Set a goal for yourself and do something with your life, Sister Girl. Come on.
But Peanut Head took the girls to pick the collar and tag, so I can't say I'm surprised. He's such a Girly Man.
Well, not really. I made that up. But he does have a manny pack that I really hope will spontaneously self combust.
I do love the glittery pink collar though. We do like our glitter in this house.