Drabble: Choosing Names

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Title: Choosing Names

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Owen

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 289 – Baby Names at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: An overheard conversation puzzles Gwen.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.

Overhearing an odd conversation between Jack and Ianto had Gwen puzzled.

“I like Millie for a girl,” Ianto commented thoughtfully.

“How about Oscar for a boy?” Jack replied.

“Hmmm, okay. Or Oliver, Ollie for short.”

“No, I knew an Ollie once, he was an idiot.”

“How about Jasper then?”

“I like that. Maggie?”

“No way. I dated a Maggie once. She dumped me.”

Frowning, Gwen hurried over to Owen.

“Jack and Ianto are discussing baby names. Is Jack pregnant?”

Owen snorted. “Hardly. They’ve been arguing all morning over what to name their kitten and they haven’t even got one yet.”

The End

Comments

[timelordshines.livejournal.com]

Aww cute. But they should really wait and see what name fits it, you can't decide these things in advance.
Although I do like Oscar for a boy cat, and my friend had a cat called Millie who she had to have put down last week :-( so I would vote for Millie if its a girl in memory of her.
She was a really grumpy little black and white cat who apparently wouldn't let anyone stroke her. Except when I went round she always surprised everyone by coming to me for a cuddle. She never stayed long before wanting to bite me, but at least she came to greet me. I liked her. She had character! Lol.

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As you can tell, neither Ianto nor Jack have had a cat before, and Ianto is just trying to be organised and properly prepared. He has yet to learn that doesn't ever work with cats. They'll pick out names for a boy and a girl, then choose their kitten and realise the name just doesn't work, and end up calling it something they hadn't even considered.

Sorry to hear about your friend's cat. She sounds, personality-wise, a lot like the cat we had when we were kids, Pom Pom. Didn't like to be stroked, but would sometimes sit on your lap if you kept your hands to yourself or only touched the top of her head.(Although colour-wise she's like my old cat Joe. He was the best cat ever. Well, I'm biased of course).

Thank you.