His name is Milk Brown

Nick was given a ginger kitten on his seventh Birthday.
"How would you like to call your pet?" Mum asked.
Nick opened his mouth but the kitten suddenly squeaked, "m-i...l !"
"Oh," Nick cried, " it's Milk!"
"Why?" his Mum was surprised. "The kitten is a redhead".
"But he said, "m-i...l !" Nick laught. " I'm sure it means "Milk".
"Well, I agree with you," his Mum said.
The kitten lay under a hot battery near the wall and behind the chair, which Nick sat on.
Nick's knees were on the chair and his elbows were on the table. He drew a picture of Milk with colored pencils and swung on the chair.
Suddenly the kitten made a short cry, "m-m-il !"
" Yes, I know, you are Milk by name!" Nick laught merrily.
He stopped rocking on the chair, leaned toward the kitten and said to him, " I have to look at you to draw you perfectly".
Nick touched the kitten and suddenly felt that a fluffy ball was shaking very much!
" What's wrong with you?" the boy asked."And what is a sharp thing under your skin in the side? Have you eaten my pencil?"
Nick ran to his parents into the living room and cried, "my kitten has eaten the pencil!"
"What?" his Dad and Mum asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes", Nick said, " touch his side! Can you feel the pencil there?"
" Nick," his Mum said, " the kitten's nose is hot. Such a thing can be when an animal is sick".
And Mum called to the vet.
The vet advised to bring the kitten in his clinic urgently.
In the clinic the vet explained the family that one kitten's rib was broken and needed emergency surgery.
" Oh, no, Nick! You were rocking on the chair and touched hard the kitten!" Mum cried.
Of course, she guessed how the kitten's rib had been broken.
" You can pick up your pet a week later, just on Christmas," the vet said.
During next week Nick asked his parents when they would bring Milk back home.
" Soon", Dad and Mum answered, "very soon, dear".
On Christmas morning  Nick woke up and ran into the parents' bedroom with tears.
" I saw the vet in my dream, " Nick cried. "He gave me a beautiful white kitten and said, "Nick, it's your Milk. He is white like milk, isn't he?"
" And I cried, " No! Give me my ginger kitten! I will never hurt him more!"
"Calm down, honey," Dad and Mum said to their son, " let's go to the vet. It's time to go there".
In the veterinarian clinic they were greeted by Santa Claus.
He handed Nick a big nice box and said, " Open it, boy!"
Nick opened the box and saw there a big fluffy red cat.
" It's not my kitten!" he was troubled. "I don't know this big cat!"
" Yours, yours," Santa said. "Your kitten grew up very quickly because now it is magic's time".
But Nick went on to cry.
" Believe me, " Santa said, " it's your kitten really. I have some important documents for you".
And he took out two x-ray images from a large envelope.
" Look," Santa said, " at the first image there is a broken rib of your kitten and at the second one you can see all his ribs are well. Because for him an excellent surgery has been done. Really, boy".
" I believe you," Nick whispered, while he still couldn't understand anything.
" Look on the envelope and read," Santa said, "the two x-ray images belong to Milk Brown."
" Brown? But it's my surname!" Nick was surprised.
" Sure," Santa laught.
And Nick's parents laught, too.
" Now, Milk is a member of our family, " Dad said.
At home Nick gave his cat a good piece of fish and poured clean water into cat's bowl.
When the boy went to bed Mum said to Dad, " Well done, my darling! You came up well!"
" It's a pity that a little ginger kitten died, " her husband said.
" But a big homeless redhead cat is very lucky. We washed him up perfectly, didn't we?" his wife said.
She was stroking a fluffy ginger cat and he said back, " murr...murrr..."