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Cat explosion

What happens when you have a litter of kittens and don't get them fixed?

Well, pretty soon, you have three litters of kittens. It's a cat-splosion on the farm these days.

About six months ago, we were down to just three cats: Blackie, Lady Bird and Other Cat (aka O.C.) And then Lady Bird had a little of five kittens -- the cutest kittens I think I've ever seen, and I'm NOT a cat person.

I gave them beautiful and appropriate names of course. The adventurous one, well, he became Indiana Jones. The one with a thick crazy mane was Wild Thang and the one who's fur was unbelievably thick became Fuzzy. Then there was L.C. -- which stands for Last Cat -- because she was always the last cat to show up for feeding time. And then, the last cat I named, mainly because I was tired of trying to come up with names, was Cinco.

I told my Paw then and there that we needed to get someone fixed. Of course, my thought was to get the tomcat Blackie fixed, but Pop argued for the girls. It was a stand-off, and so we did nothing.

About two months ago, five more kittens showed up, courtesy of Other Cat. And I hate to break it to the previous quartet, but THESE were now the cutest set of kittens I'd ever seen.

(Sadly, after having named five kittens already, I was kind of short on names.)
I called the adventurous one -- the one that actually got in a fight with our big Lab -- James Bond. The little orange/yellow one became Sunshine. And the two little ones that I couldn't tell apart became Nola (for New Orleans, Louisiana, my new hometown) and Lola.

And then there was the fat cat. This one, a light tan, was twice as big as the others. Me and Paw named it Big Sandy, which I pointed out to Pop was definitely a girl's name.

What if Big Sandy turned out to be a boy?

He pointed out that boys can be named Sandy, too."Sandy Kofax?" he said.

Now, two months later, that cat is still twice as big as everyone else. And definitely a boy.

And so, Big Sandy Kofax he is.
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That was the tally when I left to come to New Orleans for school. Since then, Pop's informed me that Lady Bird is pregnant again.

I guess I know what I'll be doing at Christmas break -- naming kittens.

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