...and no, I'm not talking about Bruce here but this'll surprise nobody who knows him (the cat, I mean!)
Last evening, two young blonde neighborhood ladies, about 6 and 10, rang our doorbell just before supper. I went to answer it, knowing immediately that they were selling something for their school; think I bought flower bulbs from then last year.
The younger of the two was just bending to pick up Minko, and of course, he did his smug cat-grin and looked right at home dangling from her hugging arms. She said, "I'm really good with animals!" And she was too. I said, "That's Minko, he's very friendly."
She said, without blinking, "Oh, we call him Tiger."
What a slut he is....all over the neighborhood, answering to who-knows how-many names, happy as a clam!
*ROFL*
Now I'm off for my morning walk, second day in a row (woohoo!) around the big block here, carrying a two pound weight in each hand. No, that's not much but it gives me just the added cardio workout that I need. YOU try going up that hill along the back of the block with more than that!