OK, so baby kitty has a name -- Callie. Don't know how I came up with that one other than I thought of characters on TV shows I watched.
Things are not going so hot here -- Porkfat is royally pissed, and Doodlebug just wants to play with Callie, who keeps hissing and hiding. It took me 20 minutes to find her when we got home tonight ... I'm not sure she ever came out from underneath the bed this morning. She was wrapped up in the comforter underneath the foot of the bed. I'm reminded of my friend's old cat, Puff, who was the meanest thing on four legs -- and Callie looks just like her. Reincarnation does exist. Arrgh.
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This never would have happened with "Garbage."
She's a girl. You can't name a girl "Garbage." "Sprinkles," maybe, but not "Garbage."
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