Polly - vol.2

So the new kitties were born. Six of them. Not four. How should we find them homes? Hana-chan and I were both in school, and we knew some kids who'd take a cat as a house mate. So we managed to give them all away to people we knew, and my boyfriend that time and I decided to take one of the kittens, as i was about to move into his apartment. I only wanted a black one. Having a black cat had always been my dream. So we took a black female one. When i moved into Ran's (my then-BF) place the black kitten was only a month old, so we waited another couple months or so till we adopted her. She moved in to our place on Grand Street in April 2002.
Now, what should we name her. We had a housemate named Tom. Tom totally got attached to the cat right away and he named her Stella before we came up with our own idea. I mean, wtf, stella? My idea was Kuromame. It means "black bean" in japanese. But someone told me it sounded like a piece of poop. It made sense to me. So "Kuromame" was out.
One of Ran's best friend Roni used to have a cat that Ran and she really liked. Her name was Pollyanna. She had passed away a while back. The name Pollyanna came from an Israeli band called Pollyanna Frank. They were a cool band. We liked their music too. So why not, in honor of Roni's Pollyanna, we named the black cat Pollyanna. We called her Polly.
I honestly don't really remember her childhood in the Grand St. aparment. We used to toy her a lot, and she used to hide in the desk drawer a lot, and... oh now i remember... she ued to go down inside this hole on our floor. The floor had a hole that fit your knuckle and half your arm. There was so much unidentified stuff in there, just random stuff on the floor falling down in there. It looked filthy. Polly would to go in there and dissapear for a while, and she would usually come back up with some dust and weird objects attached onto her fur. That's about all i remember... Polly was very small and adorable.
Then, about a few months later, we decided to move to a different place. The Grand St. apartment was such a shithole, a used-to-be store front which was forcibly devided into 2 floor "duplex". It was becoming too small for us. We found a room in Greenpoint. It was just a room in a 2-bedroom apartment, where we would share the house with a housemate. But we would have much more space, much more space for Polly to run about, too. So we moved. But Polly had to experience her 2nd moving. 3 different houses before she turned a year old... Poor thing.

to be continued... maybe.