Of course, at dinner, someone said I should call him Zach, and I was struck by the song "Zaccheus was a wee little man" ...
This guy won't be this little forever - even in the week he's been here, I can see he has grown. And I don't want to call him Zach. (Nor even 'Cheus.)
He's an incredibly soft little lad. Velvet is a bit twee, but something evoking his silky coat might be nice. He's got smoky, soft coloring, but I don't care for Smoky at all.
Hah - well, maybe something will come up in church tomorrow. Tonight, I think it'll be time to go to bed soon.
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