My new kitty is having an identity crisis!
At first sight of this orange bundle of joy, my kiddies were reminded of Garfield, the cute, round, cartoon cat. I joked with the kiddies, that as long as I didn't have to make the cat any lasagna, they could name him Garfield.
But hours later, they decided that he looked more like a cheese puff, so they named him Cheetoh.
Nick decided to take it one step further and name the cat after the Cheetoh's cat, so his name was now Chester Cheetoh. But that name didn't really sit well with me, because it also happens to be my dad's name. Something about naming pets after family members just doesn't seem right!
Hubby had a hard time keeping up with all of the names, so he just started calling the cat Naranjita. (Naranja is the Spanish word for Orange.)
The names just kept changing. For a short while, he was also called Mandarina (Tangerine), Cheddar, Nacho and Fanta.
So, here we are 2 days later and we still haven't decided on a name for our kitty. Any suggestions?
Update: The kiddies finally decided to call him Chimi, which is short for Chimichurri.