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Monday, December 20, 2010

What’s in a Name

Helen Keller Kitty aka HKK

My sister in law decided to take in a small cat that a friend rescued after a neighborhood watch sent out an email of its existence, living in a box at a ladies house. After taking her to a vet to get her checked out, the vet decided that she was about 10 years old, hard of hearing and partially blind. Either that or her dilated pupils indicated she was on some really good dope.  Thinking that the existing pets, (3 cats, 2 dogs and a rabbit) wouldn’t mind the addition, she took in the cat . . .  who has cleaned up nicely and is finding her way around the house, (the braille method). In a stroke of brilliance she named her Helen, a charmingly old fashioned name that you don’t hear much these days, although her papers just refer to her by her acronym HKK (Helen Keller Kitty). Everyone needs a leg up at some point, and it’s people with a big heart that usually provide it.
— John Katz


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