Tonight, we go to the "cat lady" to pick out a kitten. She recommends Spitfire (right), because he is very playful and afraid of nothing, much like our kitty Cleo. We'd like to find Cleo a playmate because she is so C-R-A-Z-Y! We did not get a kitten earlier because of the time commitment involved with a baby animal. Now that Mike is out of school, he can "babysit."
We are debating whether to keep Spitfire's name. I think it's fun to say "Spit-fahr" in my best Southern accent. For short, we could call him "Spitty." Mike doesn't like the name so much, so if you have a suggestion, leave a comment.
(I didn't take the picture of Spitfire, so I'm not sure if it is indeed an electrical wire he's playing with.)