For a while, your mummy and I have been thinking about getting a cat. We have been to the animal rescue place on more than one occasion, looking at the lonely dogs and the smelly cats. Every time we have come away empty handed. Our rational, pragmatic side always gets the better of us and, sadly, the baby comes first (you.) However, at Christmas time, the rules are different. You are currently one and are getting more and more curious about the world. Daddy thought you would be ready for a cat and so, bought one for Mummy (all of us, really.)
We all love him very much; you probably more than all of us. On Christmas morning, you really did not know what to do with yourself, what with all the balloons, a monkey fort, chocolate and a cat. You spent all of your morning chasing him around, screaming.
We tried to think of a name. Here is the shortlist:
Jack Bauer (probably shortened to Bauer)
President David Palmer (not shortened)
Dutch
We loved all three of these. For a day or two, he was called, 'Bauer'.
Then we had a change of heart and called him HAPPY!
Here are some pictures of Happy as a little kitten (by the time you are reading this, he may be an old man if he's not been crushed by a car or died from a dog.)
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