They were just kittens whose mother came in from the cold to have her babies.
The smart one and the cuddly one.
No basing our choice on just looks – we’d learned that lesson years ago – though they were cute. They needed a home, we needed the love.
And then to name them. It was a hard decision (did we make a decision?). The brother is Jinks or Bubba or the reincarnation of Big Cat. The sister is Sophie or Dinah or Little Girl. I prefer Little Girl so I don’t get in between husband and daughter choices. Let’s just say they are multi-named and move on.