“Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.” Arya Stark – G.R.R. Martin
After the passing of my old man Sebastian we adopted 2 kittens, mostly because Eliot was a biter, and she was one of them. The Humane society called her “Honey Bun” with her Torby colors and loving nature it seamed cute, but she didn’t answer to it.
Usually it is easier to name a cat. Just ask them and say some names till they actually make eye contact. 3 weeks of this, and NOTHING. I mean she liked Kerrigan for a minute but that could have been problematic.
Week 3 of trying to get her a name and I was said. “a Kitten has no name…”
And we named her Arya, because if she didn’t answer it seamed fitting to think why yes a kitten has no name.
Don’t let that cute look fool you she is a mastermind. She has taken the pop out drain out of the tub more times than I can count at this point. It screws in by the way.
She is swift like a deer, and breaks on a dime. So you can be sitting there minding your own business while she is across the room and than BAM… you have a cat in your face. Because she is still a Taurus. LOVE ME!!!
