Mooshoo?

So apparently my Mischa is a Mooshoo. Say what? I know, how does one mistake the sex of a cat...well I won't go into details, but lets just say that not until 12 weeks can one be certain. Yes, here I am going along thinking I have this tiny little girly kitty...wrong! My wonderful Auntie Dawn (I really do mean that, I'm not being facetious here) calls to tell us that perhaps she was a bit hasty in determining the sex of our kitty, and maybe just maybe (and by maybe she means the 99.9% certain kind of maybe) that I might have a mooshoo on my hands. Fabulous! So now my pink kitty bowls and everything else girly may be slightly too pink (how can that be I know, but even I can't have everything pink regardless of the fact that it is just a cat, I know no one else could tell but I can). So back to the store (shucks hey?) for new accessories, no manly cat of mine is going to have pink bowls, can you imagine how embarrassed he would be? How do you think fuchsia would work out? No, it's safe to say that Mooshoo has a very striking burgundy set of bowls, and a tan kitty bed. Manly. So everyone, welcome Mooshoo!