I smiled at Bobby and told him he'd need to show the picture to Rick when we got home. After some wrangling back at home and a phone call back to the shelter to make sure the kitten was available, Bobby and I were on our way back in to town, both of us grinning. The boy was almost vibrating with joy. We talked about names, with me trying to convince him that Euripides or Thucydides were good names.
The kitten's name given to him at the shelter is Jethro. Bobby got him out of the kitty condo and brought him out while I filled out the paperwork; the love between the two of them, well, it was a PDA, you know? That kitten is gorgeous and has found his person.
And other than the white on the paws and gorgeous brown eyes and a Harry Potter scar of white on his nose, he looks a great deal like Ibit. This little kitten takes that keening grief and mutes it, overrides it with pure joy.
As we head home.
Exploring his new room.
Rosie sees him for the first time.
Even Rick approves.
Jethro Ibit Nosferatu.
There's enough name there for everyone to be happy and find something to call him.
After all, Ibit was originally Little Bit (and mostly went by Ib).
For me, for now, this new addition is Little Dude.
There's not a bit of vampire in him, and he's made my bright boy radiate.