OK so here's the thing, a couple of weeks ago the lady who owned our Willow's mum called to say a very pregnant stray had turned up at her house and promptly had four kittens in the same shed in which Willow was born. She was going to keep mum and the littlest kitty, her daughter had claimed a very pretty tabby and that left two black kittens, a boy and a girl - did we know anyone who would take one (or both)!
I know our Bob misses his uncle Tom, (so do we) they got on very well. We thought about giving the boy a home. I have been to see them a couple of times, letting them climb all over me and today I took a towel Bob had been lying on and let them smell it and sit on it. Back home again Bob ignored it but Purdy and Willow sniffed every inch.
Now I get to the point of this post - we have sort of picked a name, Freddie for the little chap, but today when I saw his sister stand up to our neighbour's curious Yorkshire Terrier, the name Billie popped into my mind. OH GOD, PEOPLE can we REALLY manage TWO kittens?

OH says 'I'll leave it up to you', gee thanks!

It will all depend on the reaction of Bob and top cat Purdy (Grace won't like it whatever we do!) So what do you think - am I mad? I think I know the answer.

- 'Freddie'

- 'Billie'