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The little furball had already made himself at home, batting at a loose thread on one of the cushions and exploring every nook and cranny. “What should we name him?” I asked, watching as the kitten pounced playfully on a ball of yarn. Leo tilted his head thoughtfully. “How about Biscuit? You know, in honor of your bakery.” I laughed, the name instantly clicking. “Biscuit it is.” As the kitten settled onto my lap, purring contentedly, I leaned against Leo, feeling a sense of completeness I hadn’t known before. The bakery was thriving, my relationship with Leo was stronger than ever, and now, with Biscuit, my little family felt even more complete.

"What are we going to name them?" Giovanni chuckled. "The tuxedo-colored one has big brown eyes, just like yours." He said, then paused for a few seconds. "I'm thinking we could name it Teddy," he suggested, a smile spreading across my face, imagining his smile as he talked about cat. "It's soulful and beautiful." I turned my attention to the bartender who was nudging me for a glass of beer he had placed on the table for me. I mouthed a "thank you" to the attractive young man, offering him a kind smile before returning my attention back to my boyfriend.

The twins met us on our way back with their freaking mutts, almost identical white Pomeranian furballs that serve no damn purpose other than making a racket at every damn thing. "Keep your ankle biters away from…me." The last word trailed off before leaving my lips because Gianna lost her shit at the sight of the overgrown house cats. Shit, there're cats bigger than these two. She dropped down to her knees and called to them with all the glee of a five-year-old at a carnival. "They're so adorable; what're their names?" "Belle and Beau." The twins answered her together as she played with the two mutts she'd dragged onto her lap.

Ian walked up to her. "Sage, the kitten doesn't have a name yet. Do you have any suggestions?" "No," Sage said. "It's your cat, so you should name it." "Then let's call it Queen." Upon hearing the name, Sage looked up. Ian was tall, and the sunlight above was a bit blinding, so she could only see the shine in his dark eyes. When Sage was young and learning to drum, she gave herself a nickname she thought sounded impressive—Queen Joy.

Inside lay an incredibly elegant white Devon Rex, wearing a pearl necklace. Caldwell lifted the cat out of the bag. After petting its head, he gently held its little paw and waved it at Seraphina. "Toasty, say hi to Sera." The little kitten seemed to understand, letting out a soft, sweet "Meow" at Seraphina. That adorable sound instantly melted her heart. "Her name is Toasty?" Seraphina gently held the kitten's paw pads, unable to resist giving them a little squeeze. Her tone carried a hint of surprise.

I didn’t expect to get a pet soon, but I had often thought of the names I would give to my future pets, ranging from female names like Maya, Daisy, Diaz, Elaine and Nyx, to male names like Collie, Bluey, Armstrong, Trevor and Ian. But right now, looking at my new kid, I could only think of one name. “I think I have a perfect name.” “What is it?” Lucian asked, staring at me intensely. Well, this man might not realize he was even anticipating to hear my cat’s name more than I did. “I’ll name her Luciana. Lu for short.” Lucian’s face fell. “Luciana? Of all names in the world?” I nodded, trying to stifle the laughter threatening to erupt from my throat.

“What’s her name?” Addy smiles, “that is Molly.” They both stop as they see the black cat run across the coffee table from one window to the other. Giggling she points at him, “that is Dutch. The two white Siamese, the big one is Chong and the smaller one is Taz. Then there brown tabby white Siamese is Quinn, she is a shy sweet hearted cat. Manuel looks at the bag she brought over, “wow is the whole thing full?” He asks, the bag was the size of a medium backpack.

He always annoyed and insulted me. "You called me fat!" "I didn't call you fat. There, oh!" Kier's snout pointed. I looked at what his snout pointed at. I saw a healthy cat lying on the grass. "Even the poor cat couldn't avoid your antics. Stop it, Karpo!" "Kier!" He corrects his name. "My parents gave me a nice name, then you make it stink." "Tsk, whatever!" "Our cat's name is Fat. I'll get back to you," he said and quickly got into the car.

Cortland says, squatting down to snuggle the new baby. "Alright, everyone is here. Let's name him Booker," I suggest. I can sense confusion in their faces. "Tom Booker is the protagonist in The Horse Whisperer." Declan groans, "Great, now I have to think about that movie because you made me watch it over and over again." Cortland chuckles and gives me a kiss, "I like the name, babe." Declan gives him a disapproving look, and everyone chuckles. As I see a car approaching down the lane, I'm uncertain who it could be.

“What’s funny here Nel, I just told you what I heard from her mouth and you are laughing at me. Is that it?” “That was a confusion Jake, it’s an unbelievable and funny confusion” Nel chuckled slowly. “What do you mean?” “Kenny got a black pussycat and the cat’s name is dick. She loves playing with her pussycat all the time. She takes him wherever she going , even to school and the name of this pussycat is Dick. You know how cats licks all the time” Nel explained slowly. “Why didn’t she just call it Cat? Maybe I could have understood”