Mom picked up a new cat a couple days ago. Some skinny white cat, little girl, about a year old, seems really sweet and playful without being too much of a little shit. You know, because most cats start out as little shits.
So I took a photo and texted the rest of the family since she's been talking about getting one for quite a while now after my stepdad passed early last year. One of my sisters asked if it had a name yet, and said it looked like a "Larry". Haha - okay, sure, Larry.
So then we ("we" does not include Mom) all started calling it Larry when talking to her while she was poo-pooing the idea and trying to come up with something else. Got everyone in on it and she finally buckled under this morning. So now Mom's new girl kitty is Larry. Victory!