When the breeder called to let me know that the litter I had been waiting for had arrive, she told me that she had the perfect kitten for me. For the next 6 weeks of correspondence and pictures, the kitten became known as PeeKay (Perfect Kitten) and I really thought that would be his final name. But when I went to see him for the first time, he was just beginning to get his point colors...a pale, nearly lilac blue and I renamed him MistyBlue for the next 6 weeks.
When he is 12 weeks old, I went to pick him up and he was such a little butterball that he looked more like a polar bear cub than a cat. Once again, he got a new name...The Little Blue Sumo. For the first week at home, that was what he was called...Here, Sumo. Come, Sumo. And Sumo never even turned his head. One morning, after giving him his treat of baby food turkey, I saw that his face was all dirty. I picked him up and started crooning,"oh let me clean that smudgy little face." When he heard that word smudge, his little ears started wiggle-waggling like semaphore flags. And so my very beautiful and elegant Ragdoll has been known by the very inelegant name of Smudge ever since.
Gina Fayne -Clinton Twp, MI
