"Yes," said Jane. "Her name is Kiss Krinkle. We adopted her last Christmas and Hillary named her. The kittens don't have names yet." Mom said, "We thought of some names for them last night." Jane said, "Oh. Would you like to keep one of the kittens? They're just old enough to leave their mother." "No," said my Dad. "We want to keep all three!" Molly, Mom, and I all stared at my Dad, and then we hugged him. "Wait," I said again. This time I was looking right at Mom. "Why did you make us think they were lost cats?" My Dad spoke up. "I think she was trying to trick me into letting the cats in the house to see if you and Molly might like to have a kitten. Your Mom knows I don't like pets." He said this while holding and petting Little Kiss Krinkle. Scamp sat on his shoulder and Snowball was climbing up his pant leg. He said he didn't like pets, but we didn't believe him at all. Copyright 2012 Jerry Jindrich. All rights reserved.