My first impression of mom's apartment was that it was huge, like really big indoor space. I had a very huge place to explore and run around. I sniffed here and there, trying to determine if some other cats live here as well and familiarizing the place, err, the smell. No interesting smell there -- just dusts.
Mom's room was huge too, and the bed! It's queen-sized! It would take me about a hundred steps to make a back-and-forth! Anyway, she put me on her lap and started talking, "I will name you after that box that kept you from jumping off the bus. Smarties. Hmm... But what if you will turn out to be the not-smart type?"
In my mind, I was like "How dare you insult my race like that? Cats are naturally born smart; haven't you ever heard of that line before?" Yet, since I was too tired to argue and the piercing sound of that bus was still occupying a huge space in my head, I just settled there on her lap, peacefully surrendering myself to the sleep fairy.
"Alright, we'll make it less obvious and well, safer. From now on, you will be called 'Marty'." Mom's voice was barely audible, and I could feel the warmth of the sleep fairy approaching, ready to envelop me.
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