My Three Sons, Sort Of

Today was a big day for Puff and her kittens. They took a trip to Two River's Pet Hospital shortly after their afternoon nap where Dr. Mike and his assistant Kaylee weighed them all, gave the kittens their first round of immunizations and Puff her postnatal check-up. "Everyone looks great", was the report. Puff is now scheduled for surgery so there will be no more surprises on Almosta Road. Contrary to my grandmother's belief, there IS such a thing as too many cats. As for me, until I met Puff I thought even one was too many. Funny how familiarity breeds understanding.

Before the exam was complete, we learned that all three kittens are boys! Dr. Mike declared, "my three sons", to which young Kaylee said, "huh"? On the ride home I pondered boy names but couldn't think of a single one that sounded right. Recalling Dr. Mike's declaration, I searched my ancient data bank trying to remember the boy's names from My Three Sons, the 60's TV show Mike referred to.

By the time I hit the cruise control south of town, the names Robbie, Chip, and Ernie came rolling off my tongue as I spoke over my shoulder to the pet carrier behind me. After saying, "Robbie" a few times, I decided it just wouldn't work for me. For some unknown reason the name doesn't roll of my tongue well enough to suit me. Not willing to give up on Chip and Ernie, I recalled there was also an Uncle Charlie on the show who was quite a character. I wondered, could I name them Uncle Charlie, Chip, and Ernie? Why not? That's really the fun of adding new members to the family--you can name them any darn thing you want.

Well then, so it is. Uncle Charlie, Chip, and Ernie--Puff's My Three Sons, sort of.

Once again, all is well.