Friendly Advice Friday

I've been watching mom and dad get all silly about figuring out the right name for Mr. B. I'm not too sure what to think since they had an interesting time naming me. My mom initially started calling me Frances....do I look like a Frances to you? I did my best to ignore her and turn my head every time she said the name. She got the drift but still didn't know what else to call me.

So anyway, one day she came home from the grocery store and she had gingersnap cookies with her. When she said "I've got gingersnaps" I perked up and looked right at her. Since that was the first time I ever did that, she said, "do you want a gingersnap?"...uh no...I just want you to call me Ginger...get it? She then kept on saying "Ginger", like she had never heard the word...and then she finally realized that is what I wanted to be called all along. No matter what Mr. B is called, I hope he loves his name. He has had a couple of years of hanging out in the yard to respond to "Bojangles" or "BJ" or "Mr. B"...same blank stares as when I was called Frances. He does the slow blink when they say "Nigel" or "Sebastian". Be sure to purr a bit for him since he's going in for his hoo-ha-ectomy today.

PS....I love my name.