The Cat Has a Name!

Remember when I asked for help naming our new kitten?

Well, it turns out that I did not need to.

Yesterday, I discovered his name.

We were packing to go to an SCA (medieval recreation) event, and the kitten was sitting on our comfy chair.

My daughter Natalie put down a quiver of arrows on the chair, and the kitten promptly began chew on the leather case.

I scowled at the cat, and barked the following instruction to my Daughter:

Natalie, get the arrows away from DESTRUCTO!

There was a brief stunned paused from the assembled family, and then we all looked at each other, and we realized that we had named the cat.

There was much rejoicing.