Our morning begins with a beautiful storm. The winds picked up in loud gusts, tossing buckets of leaves across the yard. The rains began to fall, looking almost as if they were coming, not from the gray skies, but from an unseen source to the right of my window, as the winds blew the rain in a sideways direction across the front yard. Now, the sound of the falling rain has taken over as the winds have calmed.
My precious white, flame point Siamese kitten hopped into my lap to hide from the storm. Once in the security of my arms, she looked out the window in curiosity of the storm’s power. Before the sound of the winds even subsided, she crept cautiously toward her seat on my desk. She sits there now, looking out the window. She gazes upon the storm as if mesmerized by the Mother Nature’s power. All the while, her twin brother, Chewy is buried in the security of Potatoe’s freshly washed fur.
I think about what the day will bring. For me, the day will be updating a contract with a client’s feedback, organizing all the documents and processes for a project that starts on Monday, sending a few follow up emails to the team members of the new project, a meeting with a potential client, two mini-working sessions with an existing client, an internal meeting on ESG, checking in with my rock stars out at client sites today, and a doctor’s appointment. The day will be slightly above average on the intensity scale for me.
With fifteen minutes until the start of my work day, I somehow find myself rethinking my kitten’s name. Her brother’s name, Chewy, fits him perfectly. Chewy is short for Chewbacca, another tribute to Star Wars. He makes a little cry that does not sound like a meow, instead it sounds like a mini-Chewbacca. His chubby little face perfectly matches his “goes by” name of Chewy. When he toots, which is more often than I would like, I tell him he is a choo-choo with toot-toots. Chewy has a playful disposition, his name is well suited for.
As I watch my little kitten gaze upon the storm raging outside, I think that Princess Leia just does not fit her. The name is too personified. Her beautiful qualities are not traits of a person. With the storm quieting, Chewy just hopped from his chair with Potatoe to my lap. I smile at his faint stinky smell as he makes his baby Chewbacca noise. His sister turns to look at us with her crystal blue eyes. Those crystal blue eyes, her white fur, and stoic, gentle, yet confident nature remind me of a winter scape of meadows of untouched snow with blue skies. Her playful side makes me nickname her Winter Squash in my head. A little Squash, like Pumpkine and Potatoe.
I think her name is Winter, or maybe it is Marshmallow. That is another story.