Keeping Kosh

This last Wednesday night while at I was grading papers in my office I found myself to be a recipient of a rather unusual delivery. What was it, you ask; nothing other than a "kitty to go."
A family friend, who incidentally had 5 cats, suddently found herself in a pickle when she recently found out about a medical diagnosis on top of other major life changes including having to urgently move from her home. That leaves 5 homeless kitties. My grandma took two of them in while we found homes for two others. The fifth one, well...that's where the "kitty to go" comes in.
My sister called me Wednesday afternoon asking if I would like "a ministry opportunity." Suddenly I find myself the foster parent of a rather affectionate three year old female cat. I took her home and she hasn't stopped following me since. I'm trying to tell myself it's only temporary, that she's annoying and I don't have to keep her. I did however, make the mistake of calling her "Kosha" which means "kitty" in Russian; "Kosh" for short. I hear that once you name the thing it's all over, they're yours forever. It looks like I might be keeping Kosh.