Boy, we all got a good chuckle out of that.
After some delicious rhubarb crumble, coffee and good conversation,
we headed home, but not before a pit stop to meet our kitten,
whom we'll be taking home June 8th.
Meet Theodore (Ted), Edwin, Owen, William, or whatever his name turns out to be.
He's a bluepoint, mitted Ragdoll;
and, as my sister Michelle so cleverly pointed out,
he has his father's eyes.
I'm not sure how Cousin Ed would feel about us naming our kitten Ed,
but something tells me he'd have a sense of humor about it.