"Maybe you could call him Dithers," I suggested to my sister about the new 10-week-old kitten they had adopted, who was nameless after several days in the house. The family has a bit of a history of taking their time when it comes to naming their pets.
"I would want it to be Mr. Dithers," she laughed. “Plus, we’re the ditherers, not him.”
This fortunate little guy came with the name of Lucky Charms, (all of his litter was named after cereal by the rescue organization), but despite its accuracy, we all agreed that Lucky was not his *real* name. Over the week that he's been here, he has shown himself to be compliant, never missing the litter box once, brave, exploring the house fearlessly on his own, smart and resourceful, avoiding the three dogs that just want to put his head in their mouths, and agile, leaping straight up toward the ceiling to catch the flashing stars.
It is also clear that he is curious, calm, and affectionate-- practically a perfect kitten. No wonder it's so hard to find the name that matches!
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