Meet Speedy

Once upon a time we were on a cat reduction plan. Actually that was as recently as Saturday. Funny story. You see... a certain someone was at his wit's end when it came to getting his daughter to poop on the potty. And try as he might he couldn't find anything to bribe her with. Candy, toys, sleeping upstairs with her brother.... She wanted nothing. And worse, she showed absolutely no interest in pooping on the potty. Now, this person knew that kids will do things on their own time. He knew that his daughter wouldn't be 16 years old and still wearing diapers. But his patience was wearing a bit thin. And then had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Sadie," he said, "what if we got a kitten?" "A big kitty cat?" she asked him. "Nope. A teeny tiny baby kitty cat." She gasped and dashed off to the potty with renewed interest and... achieved poop.

After detailing his victory to his wife (and after his daughter blurted out what her new prize would be even though it was supposed to be a secret) and after assuring her that he wasn't crazy, the man, his wife, and their two kids journeyed to PetSmart where they met Speedy (formerly Drake) and fell in love. And they lived happily ever after with their four and a half cats.

(The half cat would be the grey cat that's been hanging about that I mentioned in a recent post. Yes, we are clearly insane.)

As for the name: It's one thing coming up with a pet's name when it's just you or your spouse. After all, who could forget our previous triumphs, Mr Pants and Foot Foot? But when you have a 2-year old and a 5-year old in the picture, it's hard steering them past names like Green Lantern, Spiderman, Backugan, Spiderman, Superman, and Spiderman. Wife hates the name. Then again, she didn't like Mr Pants, either.