Some
time went by before they returned. They
came back empty-handed. “They have to amputate her tail, don’t they?” I asked
my husband as he stepped out of the car.
“Yes,” he said. “Dr. White asked me if we would be keeping the
kitten. I told her that we would.”
“But we’re supposed to go on
vacation tomorrow. What will we do? We can’t pick up the kitten in the next day
or so. We will be gone,” I said.
“It’s ok,” he said. “I told her about that. She simply said that she was glad that we
would be giving the kitten a good home. She said they will keep her the whole
week, no charge. We can pick her up when
we get back.”
“Really?” I asked. Our vet was always good to us, but this was very kind. But something else caught my attention. “So
the kitten is a girl? I didn’t even check to see.”
“Yes, it is a girl.” He said, “And her name is Goldie.”
“Yes, it is a girl.” He said, “And her name is Goldie.”
Goldie?? What in the world? I prided myself in choosing fitting names for
our pets. Goldie? I was taken aback. No
one had asked my opinion. She was a gray
striped tabby, for goodness sake. Why on
earth would we choose to name her Goldie? “Goldie? Why is her name Goldie?” I
asked in disdain.
“Well, Dr. White asked Adam what his
kitten’s name is and he told her ‘Goldie.’ So, Goldie it is. He named her.”
Adam had already scurried off to
play. A name is not something to take
lightly. A name is important. It requires a lot of thought. I couldn’t believe they allowed a three year
old to name this kitten.
I approached Adam later and asked
him why he named the kitten Goldie. He
looked at me like I was crazy and replied, “Well I couldn’t name her
‘Gray-ee.’”
I chuckled. I had to admit his
argument was logical. She was a gray
tabby, but she had a slight gold-ish tint to her fur. Goldie did sound a whole lot better than
gray-ee. I was impressed that apparently
he had this all thought out in his three year old mind. He certainly did have a good imagination!
(To
be continued the weekend of April 12-14)
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