As we went home, I had to decide on a name.
"I think Penelope is a good name." my Mom suggested.
"No.. Something different."
Chansey was sitting in my arms, waving her hands up. She was only a year old. A baby, yet, small, for a year. She had soft, pink fur, blue eyes, and clean paws. There was a billboard with Chiyo Pan, a famous cook on it. Chansey stirred, and started laughing at the billboard.
"Chiyo.. Your name is Chiyo." I said.
"Nice choice Michael.." my mom smiled.
We drove into the driveway, my mom handed me the bags of pet supplies, and I walked into my room. Chiyo was amazed at the spacious area. We walked into my bedroom made of glass, and I set her down.
"This is where you live, Chiyo!" I said. She plopped down, like a child does when it is trying to walk for the first time. She started clapping.
"Chan-Chan!" she cried out happily.
After setting up her litter box, food, and shampoo, I sat down in my white egg chair.
Chiyo walked over to me, sitting there. I picked her up.
"Wanna watch a really good movie?"
"Chansey Chan!"
I pressed a button on my chair, and a screen came out of the ceiling, and lowered down. Then, my DVD started to play.
"Memoirs of a Geisha, Chiyo." I said. She looked amazed.
We sat there for nearly 2 and a half-hours watching the movie. At the end, Chiyo was sleeping. I picked her up, and crawled into bed, after turning off all of the lights and electronics. I had no dreams, at all.