Born on the 4th of July

Meet the newest additions to our expanding family! We rescued these two little guys from a wiener shack on the very southern edge of Gilbert off Williams Field Road, approaching cattle country. In reality, we were lost trying to locate an apartment complex and ended up at a gas station where we noticed a sign for free kittens. In jest, Rudy asked if I wanted to go see the kitties, which I of course replied "Duh" and off we went.

The next thing I knew, Rudy had three kittens in his hands which landed on the passenger seat of the car. I looked them over and Rudy decided he didn't want a certain kitten while I clutched the other two to keep them from crawling under the seats. He came back out from behind the wiener shack and to my surprise he said we would take the other two! So we started for home and giggled about such a silly adventure. Saving strays from a wiener shack. How odd it sounds. Even odder was our quest for names.

I'm the kind of person who enjoys randomly weird names. I wanted to name my cat Chuck, regardless of whether or not it was a girl. Then I relayed the story of how Salem got his name, which gave birth to the names Stiffy and Cooter. After that we thought of patriotic names, since we saved them on the 4th of July, after all. I was still stuck on Chuck at that point. It really is an awesome name for a cat. Once home we started browsing online for interesting cat names such as Lolcat (how do you even say that?), Fluffling, and Dammit. I really liked Dammit. After that I told Rudy he should name his cat Fizz, and he said to name myself Fizz (no you!), and finally I giggled and said he should stop being such a Fizzle. We both broke out in laughter at the Family Guy reference, and Rudy told me there was no way I could name my cat Fizzle.

Guess what? I named her Fizzle. Oh, at this point I should let you know that both cats are female. Poor Rudy, he can't even rescue a male cat. He's doomed to be surrounded by females.

Rudy hasn't yet named his kitty, and we've had very many politically incorrect conversations about what to call her. In the meantime, the kitties are getting acquainted with being strangled by Afton and where it is appropriate to poop. They are fun to watch play, and I cannot wait for them to start really warming up to us!