One day many years ago i was walking my dog Emma .We were walking along a dirt road with a deep ditch.Suddenly emma's ears pricked up and she started to run along the ditch whining.Thinking she smelt a mole ore mouse i did not pay attention until she started to come to me look at me and back to the ditch.I went to investigate and saw an animal so muddy that i could only identify it after it let out a pitiful miou.It was a tiny kitten.I picked it up and carried it home.Walking in to the house my Hubby looked at my and the ball of mud
"What's that"? he said.
Me :,"a kitten,Emma found it"
Hubby:,"What colour is it"
Me:,"let's find out,let's give it a bath"
Meanwhile 9 year old son appears on scene.
Son:",wow it's snow white,can we keep it"!
To my surprise Hubby:"mm..Alright"
Son:"lets call it snowball...or snowflake or fluffy"
ME:"Everybody calls a white cat those names.Let's be more original"
Me:"POTATO!!!You can't name a cute little kitten POTATO."
Son:"Well,She was all muddy when you brought her in,and after you peeled of the layers of mud she turned white,just like a potato".
Hubby:"You wanted original.
Me:,...,well i guess Potato it is"
There is, incidently, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person. - Dan Greenberg