Ever since Mother adopted the Siamese-mix female kitten a few weeks ago, we have been waiting for the kitten to tell us her name. She's been giving us hints, but we've been led astray by her color (Taffy? Toffee? Amber? Muffy?), her markings (Cinders?), her personality (Tinker? Mischief?), her energy (Friskie? Skittles? Zipper? Jazz?).
None seemed quite right. The name needed to fit the kitten's intense inquisitiveness. "I thought about calling her Dora," Mother said, "for Dora, the Explorer." But Dora didn't strike a chord, either.
Then, as I was getting ready for the day this morning, the kitten's name came to me. I suggested it to Mother, and she agreed that it's the right one.
Finally, the kitten has told us her name..."Snoops."
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