I have a firm conviction that every good farm needs a few barn cats.
I figured our micro farm was no exception.
The older Blossoms visited Grammie and Pappy the other week and stumbled upon a sign for kittens. Knowing that we'd unsuccessfully pursued two other leads for kittens, they immediately sent word back home requesting permission to get one.
Grammie promptly altered the request with her influence upon the Rugged Mountain Man to gain permission for TWO kittens. Kitten #1 needed a buddy, after all.
The older Blossoms surprised the little Blossoms with the kittens. There was so much crooning and cooing going on that Thursday night a week and a half ago.
We set about naming them. Perhaps we should've gotten FOUR kittens. Then, everyone could've named their own.
Mommy wanted "Jace and Si" from Duck Dynasty.
These kittens need to be tough redneck kind of cats.
Blossom1 wanted Rhoop and Rhindon after a lord and a sword from the Chronicles of Narnia. She also lobbied for Knightley and Bingley ~ good gentleman names from Pride and Prejudice... I agreed on both of these name suggestions, until I realized that I didn't particularly need gentlemen kittens!
Blossom2 wanted Crockett and Boone ~ famous hunters from history! However, no one could agree or remember which kitten would be Crockett and which would be Boone.
Blossom3 and Blossom4 alternately agreed and disagreed with the majority, just enough to add to the chaos and confusion.
My nephew, Isaac, heard that Daddy called the orange kitten "Tom" after a kitten he had in his childhood, so Isaac immediately suggested Tom and Jerry. Henceforth, the Rugged Mountain Man was adamant that they be dubbed Tom and Jerry.
No one could agree on anything else.
No one could remember anything else.
After days and hours of deliberation, we fancy-naming females reluctantly assented to naming them "Tom and Jerry."
Clearly, they've been working hard already.
