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Molly wanted us to name the kittens. She knew Kiss Krinkle's name. We should name the others. "We're not keeping any cats," insisted my Dad. "Why should we name them?" "It will be fun," said Mom. My favorite kitten was the white one. I thought she looked like a snowball, so I called her Snowball. Mom said the orange one looked just like the mother cat and should be called Little Kiss Krinkle. My Dad grumbled. "This one likes to get into trouble," he said. "His name should be Scamp." |