I bet it's nice to have a pet where nobody asks you why you called it a particular name!
Risking a telling off for going off topic, but here goes:
Efraïm and his brother were found by a friend of mine in a field in the middle of nowhere. They were between 7 and 10 weeks old.
Strange thing is, this friend had found another lonely but well cared for kitten in the same field a year earlier, and a couple of bunnies as well. No owner could be found either time, so they must have been dumped there to fend for themselves, in winter.
The first kitten went to another friend, who called her Pippi, after Pippi Longstocking. When I got the second kittens, I thought they might well be family of the first, so I named one of them after Pippi's father, who is Efraïm in the Dutch books!
