Nature does abhor a vacuum. One, the bags need to be changed too often on our Dirt Devil. Two, every time I get a local stray fixed and adopted, a new feline moves into the turf to taunt Molly.
This cute little guy has been hanging around frequently. I think he gets the tiny, yippy dogs going by climbing the fences. The nice family who moved into Jennifer and Ken’s house says he belongs to the people on their West side (we are on their East). I have my doubts: no collar or tag, he’s quite small and I did see a cat behind their front porch door…it wasn’t him.
Currently, I have his trust through treats. He likes to be petted on the head, back and tummy. He hates being picked up. I’ve nicknamed him “handsome,” but now his working title is Tybalt. Then I came to the realization today that we have named all the strays we got attached to after characters from Shakespeare. There’s Caliban who lives with my mother-in-law (he’s an only child now and loves his life in Georgetown) and Petruchio who was trying to woo Molly (she is rather shrewish). The latter turned out to have owners behind us and his real name is Lookie.
If you can come up with something better, tell me. I’ll give you some iTunes. However, I may stick with Tybalt. He is skinny, small and maybe part Hispanic like John Leguizamo, this is Texas.
Here he is being all pensive. OK, a passing truck startled him.
How about “Lord Tannenbaum?”