Tuesday, August 30, 2011

My Little Girl Has Testicles.

Translation: our 8-week old kitten isn't a girl.

Instead of Isis, we now have an Osiris Spock. The boys refuse to acknowledge his middle name. But since I'm the person who pays the vet bills, I think I'm well within my rights to give this boy-cat a middle name of my choosing.

Alas, my 9 year old disagrees. And he's creating propaganda to get his message across:


  1. I'm confused. She ISN'T a boy or she IS a boy?

  2. I still like the name Frankie of the blue eyes.

  3. I still really liked Buttercup. I'm seriously disappointed that he wasn't named Buttercup. BUT-TER-CUP! BUT-TER-CUP! *slow clapping and cheering*

  4. It went the other way with our cat. We still called her Atticus. Until we had Angus and had to give her to Matt's cousin so Angus could experience the many pleasures of breathing. Sniff. Osiris is a great cat's name. Osiris isn't the one who was dismemebered, is he? Never mind, still a great name.

  5. Would he have minded if you called him Isis? It was a lovely name. But maybe it would have led to identity issues down the road. And if there's one thing you don't want, it's a kitty with an atitude.

    You are still Queen of Everything.