I know people say you shouldn't give pets at Christmas time but one Christmas my dad bought a cardboard box with holes in it into the living room and said, I hope you're sure about this

I opened it but I already knew what was inside because of the high pitched miaowing. There he was, a little ginger kitten. No sooner than I had opened the flaps of the box then he leapt out and tore around the room. My dad asked what I would call him and i thought long and hard before settling on in a decidedly eight year old way Mr Boom

He was the best little guy/companion/cat ever and it broke my heart nine years later when he died. He lives on in my user name though and it makes me smile when people ask what it means.. it means a lot :0)