Mom thought the
little boy with the baby-blue eyes was the cutest, but I picked one of the
little girl kittens with one white eye and one brown.
We took her home a couple weeks later, but she was still too little: she
wanted to suck her milk off Mom's finger. Unfortunately, Mom's finger isn't
the best source of milk, so we took her back the next day. Her Mommy was
very happy to see her again, according to Dad. He told me about a couple of
very enthusiastic reunions they had.
Then we went on a trip to Honolulu. When we came back, we called Dad's
co-worker. He said he was sorry, but a student who was to get the last
kitten had taken the last girl kitten, and by the time someone realised the
mistake, the student had become quite attached to her, and really didn't
want to give her back. Only the boy was left. Would we like him?
Okay, "Alba" became "Alban", and Mom was very happy. So was I; I mainly
wanted a kitten. Sex wasn't that important, even then.
Now, well, I wouldn't trade him for anything. Even if he does manage to
find an awful lot of trouble.