He now has a name.
Our beautiful little bribe of a kitten has a name. It is Sir Monty of Stinky Butt. Little did we know when we adopted the little fuzzball (so we could get our road fixed more quickly) that we would be adopting royalty into our family.
Or, if not royalty, certainly Peerage.
Because let’s face it, even if your title revolves around a stinky butt, it’s STILL a title. Which is not the same thing as saying if you have a stinky butt, you are automatically given a title. If that were the case, our entire family would be Sirs and Ladies.
Some of us would be Dukes, if you want to know the truth. Ahem.
So here he is…
…a little bit tuckered out from discharging all of his many officious doodies…..er, duties.
May I present to you Sir Monty.
All together now: 1, ….2, ….3…