Happy Answer Your Cat’s Questions Day

It’s true. January 22nd is “Answer Your Cat’s Questions Day.”

You can Google it.

The funny part to me is that “questions” is plural.

In honor of this, I will tell our cat, and you, how our cat got her name. She’s been wondering.

This picture was not posed. I went looking for her to get a shot for this post and this is how I found her:

20120115-233253.jpgShe is literally unable to find her way out of a brown paper bag.

My husband took my son to the pound to pick out a cat. As you can see, she’s all black and fluffy.

On the way home, BabyDaddy asks P what he thinks they should name the cat. These are examples of his suggestions, keeping in mind the color of the cat: Black, Blacky, Shadow, BlackBlack. The list went on.

Then, they passed a seafood restaurant. The next name our of our son’s mouth was “Fish.”

So, we kept it. We have a cat named Fish.

And, yes, our 2-year-old is confused by this. She calls every cat “fish.” She says that fish say “Meow.” But she also calls the real fish in the tank at the doctors’ office “fish.”

She’s pretty smart, though. I think she’ll sort it out.

The really crazy part is, I named my first hamster after a street sign I saw on the way home from the pet shop. Every time my kid does something that reminds me of the crazy part of me, I just have to apologize.

And it kind of happens alot.

When the P was only 3, we went some place with a helium balloon. It did what most helium balloons do in the hands of 3 years olds. It wiggled free and floated away. My son was upset, you can imagine, and we talked about how the balloon probably traveled to Oklahoma to see his aunt and uncle. We talked about how far away Oklahoma is.

Fast forward 6 months.

Another 3-year-old boy we know had just returned from the dentist with a helium balloon. We were walking with this friend and his dad. The dad said, “You hold on to that balloon because if it floats away, I will not be able to get it back.” My son looks at both of them with complete sincerity and says, “Oklahoma is far away.” The dad looks at P, then at me and goes, “Okaaaay…”

I don’t remember if I explained to the dad about why P thought of Oklahoma’s position when thinking of a helium balloon. I do remember thinking, “I’m so sorry kid. Some day you’ll learn to control that around strangers.”


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