I couldn't be more content as I type this, because napping on my lap is this little baby sweetie:
Her name is Starbuck.
Gertrude, who is not yet a Battlestar Galactica fan, keeps asking what she can call the kitty.
"Starbuck," says Gary. "That's her name."
"Can I call her Ruby?" says Gert.
"No. You can call her Starbuck."
"I think I'll call her Hopscotch," says Gert.
"Um, that's not her name either."
I think she's having a hard time not being the one who named the small furry things in the house.
Matilda, on the other hand, who is ordinarily completely indifferent to the animals (because they're not her boyfriend. She's indifferent to everything that's not her boyfriend) is head over heels in love with the kitten. It's really sweet.
Mmm. Kitty love!
