Please meet my new doorman. He wandered in when my friend Jenipher found him lurking at my front door begging to find shelter bringing along his friend Greygirl.
He took up a guarding position just outside my home with assurances he would welcome anyone who dared cross into my territory with a lick and a promise of cordiality.
In the process of neutering it was discovered he had once been a male, thus he is my doorman rather than doorwoman.
His name is unclear so I’m casting about for a moniker, preferably not in Spanish since I won’t know how to pronounce it. The duo could be called Tom and Jerry, but Greygirl refuses to be called Jerry. Jennie perhaps, but not Jerry. Her late husband had been Jerry, and she is clearly not inclined to conjure up that memory of matrimonial nonbliss.
Any help you can give in providing a descriptive title/name/label/handle to my delightful new addition will be appreciated. There is nothing worse than being called Cat or Doorman or Hey You. With a smirk like his, he deserves a bit more decorum.
When this Covid-19 threat is over we will all welcome you into our home and you can meet these new residents, who have joined my other beloved friends.
Meet my buddies:
Prancer Begger Diva
Prince King
Obidiah
Struts Sweetie
Burr Racer
Sergio Radar
I never realized I live with such a menergie of interesting souls.
I think she looks like a Muriel to me, and he is definitely Carl (or Karl) the concierge!
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Ah yes, Karl the concierge. He can help with anything.
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Your home must be amazing!
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I would say it is fun.
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