One month after my first birthday, I was in my stroller. Mom and Grandma liked to take long walks, and I loved my stroller. As they were walking, we came across a little orange cat, who rushed up to my stroller. First he was just rubbing against one of the wheels, then he jumped on top of my stroller tray. He was a plump and friendly cat. So friendly, that he came home with us. At the age of one, I had my first pet.

One year later, We decided to name my cat. My mom wanted to wait until I could barely talk, so I could name him. I walked into her room and we had a somewhat reasonable conversation.

"Jade, what do you want to name your kitty?" She asked.

"KITTY!" I shouted. Kitty was my first word, so that was the first word that popped into my brain.

"How about something other than kitty?" She asked sarcastically.

I really liked Spongebob at the time so my small brain made the connection that this cat was orange, and pineapples were orange.

"PINEAPPLE!!!" I screamed.

"Jade!" Mom said " you don't need to scream. What did you say?"

"Pineapple" I said.

And from that day on, my fat little cat, was called Pineapple.