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names for Mary's kitten


Description: boy, grey, very cute kitten.

Wanted: a strong name.

To the rescue!:

Dartmouth
Rhombus (don't mind if I do, Jesse)
Farquad
Burlesque
Bruce
Rubicon
Marcus
Dwayne
Nelson
Eric the Red
Pinto
Thor
Rover
Steve
Jackaroo
Lyman
Tchaikovsky
Austere
Mouse

(Please contribute in the comment section as you have alternate ideas.)

Comments

  1. Lil_Flip02 October, 2006 16:55

    Thank you dear Mollina. I like Rubicon and Burlesque but Chris doesn't "get" them. Apparently they are of no significance and are, therefore, un-useable.
    The secret is that it is really going to be OUR kitty when Mary leaves. OoooH!

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  2. Unknown03 October, 2006 01:53

    Seriously??! How simply wonderful!! In that case, you really need a name that Chris will get. Let's try some more:
    Tonka
    ...
    I think I like Tonka.

    Tread
    Dash(board)
    Meer(kat)
    Rev
    4 by 4
    Fries
    Data
    Bjork (I have this memory of us listening to Bjork in his Golf, driving home from his PD apartment one night. "I don't think I like her," you said.)(But we also listened to Robert Miles and to Gorecki, so I'll add them to the list as well)
    R. Miles
    Gorecki
    :)

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  3. Lil_Flip05 October, 2006 14:42

    I think we may go with Earnest. It was half Mary's idea, half mine. And I like it A LOT.

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  4. Unknown06 October, 2006 01:00

    That was not one of my suggestions, but it will do. Earnest? or Ernest? I like the former--good quality. Strong name. Very grey.

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