Elena slowly lifted her head and stared at him like he had just insulted her ancestors. "Are you serious? The striped one is light ginger. And this one is silver-gray. Which part of it is black or brown?"
"They're just names," he shrugged.
She huffed. "You have no imagination. I'm naming them."
"Go ahead. Let's hear your genius."
She studied the kittens seriously. "This ginger one will be called Popcorn. And this silver beauty…" she paused dramatically, "Ice Cream!"
She turned to him with a proud smile.
He almost laughed. Brownie and Blackie were apparently stupid, but Popcorn and Ice Cream were masterpieces.
"They're perfect," he said solemnly. "The names chosen by my baby girl are always the best."
She giggled and went back to cuddling the kittens.
A short while later, they arrived at a small plaza where the veterinary clinic was located.
