When my wife and I moved in together, one of the first things we did was get a cat. The next 500 things we did were have arguments about what we would name the cat.
The cat and I were best buds. The cat and my wife were frenemies. The cat and the world-at-large were chilly aquaintances. The cat and my son? Unfortunately they never had a chance to get to know each other.
Now that he’s getting a little older, that’s something I want to correct.
Dad and Buried 