The Legend of Muffin

Late one summer there appeared on the front step of the doctor's office were I worked, a yellow and white kitten who rubbed himself up against the leg of everyone who walked in or out of the building that day. All morning long I heard people talk about that sweet little yellow and white kitty in the entry way.

After we got done with our office patients, the doctor went to surgery and I had lunch, I said, "Okay, I have to see this cat everyone is gong on about," and went to the front door. Sure enough he purred and rubbed himself against my legs too. Purred like a big ol' truck engine, he did. What a sweetheart. I became infatuated with him immediately, smitten by this kitten. I called my husband and told him about this sweet little kitty who had come to the clinic looking for a soft touch, I mean a home, and could I bring him home for an interview. After a little discussion my husband Steve agreed so I took this kitten home with me. Doggoned if he didn't kill a mouse the first night he was there, securing his place in our household.

But what to name him?

We brainstormed a few monikers. In that process I said, "He's just as sweet as a little sugar muffin, isn't he?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew - "That's it! Let's call him Muffin!"

And so it is - Muffin, because he was and still just as sweet as a little sugar muffin. Well, a big sugar muffin now. Great big sugar muffin. He's my love kitty. Muffin.

About a year later Cookie came to us, but that's another story.