the mind of a six year old (41 years on)

following the post on what goes through the mind of a six year old, My dear Aunt (she of the stories) told us a tale of what was going through the mind of this six year old.

Apparently, Margaret collected a new kitten for home, and in the way back, asked a young CDH what would be a good name for it.

After pondering, I replied "Rover"

The poor cat was duly named Rover, but kindly referred to as "cat" from then on