I announced today on the way home from church that we were not getting out of the van until the kitty had a name. We had discussed it some on the trip to Indy, but hadn't decided on anything. We knew it had to be a baseball related name, since the cat was found at The Hitting Center (and since we're a baseball crazy family). We finally decided on Ozzie, named after Ozzie Smith, the great St. Louis Cardinal shortstop. Somehow, it fits.
Our dog, Mia, is way too interested in Ozzie. Ozzie, needless to say, is not happy with her new "friend". Any suggestions on how to get them used to each other?
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