sunstruck
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So I'm at my grandmother's for breakfast this morning and my brother and his wife and kids are there. My 4 year old neice is practically bouncing off the walls when I get there.
Apparently my brother had given her a cat of her very own this morning, a little female orange tabby that has a remarkable tollerence for being squeezed like a stuffed doll.
This is the conversation that took place:
Sister-in-law: "Well honey, it's your kitty, so you get to name her".
Neice: "Oh she's already got a name Mama. She told me so".
Brother: "Ok, so what did she say her name was?"
Neice: "Her name is Pussy".
Sister-in-law: Gufaw
Brother, Grandmother, Husbnad and Me: "BWAHAHAHA!!"
Apparently my sister-in-law has convinced my neice to call the cat Puss, like the story book. Doesn't matter. That cat is named Pussy as far as the rest of us are concerned.
Apparently my brother had given her a cat of her very own this morning, a little female orange tabby that has a remarkable tollerence for being squeezed like a stuffed doll.
This is the conversation that took place:
Sister-in-law: "Well honey, it's your kitty, so you get to name her".
Neice: "Oh she's already got a name Mama. She told me so".
Brother: "Ok, so what did she say her name was?"
Neice: "Her name is Pussy".
Sister-in-law: Gufaw
Brother, Grandmother, Husbnad and Me: "BWAHAHAHA!!"
Apparently my sister-in-law has convinced my neice to call the cat Puss, like the story book. Doesn't matter. That cat is named Pussy as far as the rest of us are concerned.