I guess the good part about taking so long to name a kitten is when she accidentally gets run over in the garage maybe it isn't as hard (although poor Mark was so broken up about it last night he could hardly sleep). R.I.P. Holstein/Dairy, we'll miss you!
In case you're counting, this is the fifth kitten we've had in our family that has either died or run away (we had two kittens in Texas named Buzz and Woody who also didn't make it into adulthood.) We also had two cats, Bailey and Pogo who we ended up giving away to friends for different reasons. Not a very good track record. The girls think it's a sign we should have gotten a dog. (Not gonna happen.)