When we moved we got kittens from a couple different people. First was Evie, from my friend Zab; then Ethel and Olive from my stepdad (who in turn got them from the ethanol plant he works at); and then Oleta, also from Zab.
So there we were with four barn kittens with names that made it sound like there was a group of little old ladies hanging out at the barn.
The other day I discovered that I don`t have ``4 little old ladies`` at the barn.
I have 3 little old ladies and a little old man...`Olive`is in fact Oliver!!