A new kitten has come to the neighborhood and I have been getting to know him. His name is King and he looks like a fluffy jar of marmalade. I have made him welcome and we have become friends. We love to play hide and seek and chase each other around and around. There is only one problem. I cannot take King home with me. His human wants to keep him at her house.
I love babies of all kinds and I would really like to have my very own kitten. Carmel will have to do something about that. I will keep thinking really hard about getting a kitten and hope that after a while my idea will pop into Carmel's head and she will think it is her idea. I will let you know how I get along.
How do you think King got his name?