I am still in Sacramento, I fly home tonight. Last night Amber and I pulled up to her town house and there was a cat running in the street. I pointed it out to Amber because it looked like a kitten, she said, "Oh, that is Puccini, the street cat." I guess he has been around for a while and lives on her street and she was talking about the cat at work. She asked her co workers wouldn't it be funny if the cat was named after a Vera Bradley bag...and since the cat had similar coloring to Puccini that's what she named the cat. Her co workers think she is becoming addicted to Vera Bradley bags. I might have to agree. If you are naming cats after patterns, then you are probably addicted.
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