Oops… It’s a Boy!

It’s a good thing that I had the kidz in hospital, because they might have grown up into very confused adults.

Why? I hear you ask (go on, ask).

Because I have made a grave error in the sex of our recently aquired stray cat, Kitty Camper.

That’s right, she is a he, and I had no idea that I was so far off base.

Luckily, the cat seems to have suffered no dire consequences from the mix-up, and the kidz aren’t too traumatized, either.

Who made the discovery? (yes, that’s you asking another question).

It was the vet. I finally got around to taking her… erm, him in for a check-up last week. Wren & Mr Bump came along to see what went on.

They were as surprised as I was to discover that the cat that they’ve been calling ‘Kitty Camper’ and ‘Princess’ is more of a ‘Prince’.

Renaming became imperative.

You can imagine the damage to his street-cred with a name like ‘Kitty Camper’, not to mention the other…

Might as well give him a pink fluffy collar, call him ‘Mr Campy’ and enter him in the Mardi Gras next month.

After a number of suggestions, I thought of ‘Mr Underfoot‘, the cat in Friday, one of my favourite Robert Heinlein books.

The kids think it’s hilarious, and call him ‘Undies’ for short.

It’s a slight improvement.

Now I just have to hide Mr Bump’s pink Barbie dress before he starts school…