When the call came in Friday night, it reminded me of the days when I lived in Redwood County and Mom called to tell me one of my goats had babies.
First there was an “Awe!” followed by “How many babies?” followed by, “How are they doing?”
Well, this call wasn’t about a goat — we haven’t had a goat on the farm for quite some time — but, rather, about the free pregnant cat we acquired a few weeks ago.
I think I mentioned in my last blog that we received three free kittens from one farm and a free pregnant cat from another, all in the span of one mid-June Saturday.
The mama looked like it was ready to have its babies any day; but in reality, she just kept expanding —and for good reason.
What I had predicted would be four babies actually turned out to be seven. The Buntjer farm went from catless to 11 cats in about three weeks.
I ventured to the farm on Saturday to see the furry little felines, and mama cat was so proud to show off her litter.
I suppose we should really come up with a name for mama cat before we start talking about names for the kittens.
There’s an all-white baby I think should be called Snowball; at least three gray-striped kitties and the rest a combination of white and gray.
I’m pretty sure it’s going to take another visit by the nieces and nephews to come up with names for all of them, although I think whoever named our orange tabby “Billy Bob” —the name has been shared between the Ellsworth Buntjers and the Fairmont Buntjers now and seems to have stuck — should be banned from ever naming kittens.
I’m willing to take reader suggestions on kitty names. If you have any, please leave a comment on my blog.
Here are some suggestions: Pounce, Pickles, Punkin, Jelly Bean, Mamma Mia, Spud, Speedee, Josie, Petunia.
Thanks for the suggestions! Petunia sounds like a great name for the black kitten with the orange spot on the top of her head; and we must go with Mamma Mia for the mama cat!
Name one Satan. That way when he bites, you can say “Bad Satan! Bad!” And saying “Satan was being naughty this morning” to people will get some entertaining double-takes.
Name one Rover or some other stereotypical dog name. Then tell people Rover won’t fetch, he won’t play frisbee, and he doesn’t ever bark. Then take out the kitten and ask “Is there something wrong with him?”
The Bloggess just got a new kitten and named him “Hunter S. Thomcat,” because he acts like he’s on drugs.
Maybe you could name one Nellie after Nellie Bly instead! (I suppose then you could joke that she lives in a madhouse.)
Oh my goodness, thanks for the laughs Kari!
We also had a Snowball (who was gray, I think we got her in the winter), Blackie, Rusty, Tipsy & Topsy ( who looked alike) . Then I had boys start naming our cats: we had Terminator. then Terminator 2 !! Junior and Little Guy have been used as well.