The name debate ended at Max's bedtime, right now "Ziggy" is coming out ahead. Well, ahead for me really. Hubby wants to call him "Pinche Gato" and Max desperately wants to call him "Mimi". The five minutes we thought she was a girl he got set on it. If he still wants it tomorrow and won't go with Ziggy, then Mimi the Macho it is.
I have cried a lot today, still haven't stopped, even with a sweet, teeny, tiny wittle kitten in the house. The worst was in the vet's office, thinking of the time I was hugely pregnant and Changa bit me to the bone and I fainted. Awww, mi bebe Changa. I loved you for all your "fresh" behaviour. For sucking on my hair while sleeping on the pillow, for killing all the nasty bugs and lizards, for climbing concrete buildings, falling off balconies, curling up beside me and only me. Night night.
Ziggy/Pinche Gato/Mimi, welcome, you will get lots of love here. There's plenty of toys, help yourself, don't scratch or bite, do pee in the box and purr for me when I snuggle you. Be nice to Max, be tolerant of Hubby and stay inside!