We have two cats. I didn’t ask for them, but neither did I object strongly enough when my mother asked if we wanted two abandoned kittens she had rescued–at least not the second time. I did manage to turn them down once, and Mom took them home. However, one of my nieces living in Mom’s house at the time turned out to be allergic to cats, and Mom had to find them another home… which she did with the help of my wife’s and kids’ pleading and puppy-dog eyes.
We got them in July, 2005, and my wife had the great idea of naming them Phil and Paul, after the Tour de France commentators whom we listen to for hours upon hours each July. Phil/Phyl would have to have been short for Phyllis, since they are brother and sister, but no matter. Debbie pointed out then we would always remember when we got them. Katie Rose and Pete liked the line of reasoning, but not the specific names, and proffered “Summer” for one of the cats.
I thought that sounded a bit hippie and suggested if we used it, we would have to name the other one “Rainbow.” Furthermore, since one was all gray, it naturally should be the one named “Rainbow,” leading to the now-common answer on the cats names, “Summer and Rainbow. Rainbow is the all-gray one.”
Rainbow, the all-gray one