A rose by any other name

What to name the little no-name kitty. We have struggled all week with names, made lists, voted, recounted, voted again. All under the direction of Carolyn's constant prodding that the cat must have a name. I think that we have decided on Morocco. (Actually, I think that Carolyn has decided on Morocco and she is just the loudest and meanest of us all, hence the winner of the naming contest.) Joey and I both liked "Satchmo," Louis Armstrong's nickname. Carolyn has vehemently forbidden us from calling him that, which of course makes us call him that even more. I do have to say though that the first day that I called him Morocco, he came to me and from the other room. I think that might just be his name. It is a weird one but starting to grow on me. Anyway, our goal for this weekend is to find our old Aristocats video (yes, video....I said....OLD) and see if any of the cat names in that movie seem to suit little Morocco any better.

Here are a couple of pictures of the new little sweet kitty.