Turns out Ginger Rogers Is Really Robert Benchley

How could we have gotten it so wrong? Four grown women and a man examined that fiesty kitty and all of us concluded that he was a she.  I had been waffling on the name. Why not a literary name? @PhoebeFay suggested Dorothy Parker. I almost called the Vet to have it changed on her/his records, but I didn't.  It's just as well.  But for now I'm thinking Robert Benchley, notorious liar, humorist, writer, actor, member of the Algonquin Round Table. Friend of Dorothy Parker.

I'll call him Bob.  The House Call Vet said he's a holly terror of feistiness.  The Vet had to wear his kitteh gauntlet to handle Bob.  Now I want to rename Marley, but Bob plus Marley makes BobMarley, so...

Bob had terrible personal hygiene.  Dirty ears.  Really dirty ears.  Ten days worth of ear wash and ointment dirty ears.  Bob got the whole shebang of immunizations and a second round in three weeks. Worming too.  Bob got wormed. The indignity of it.  Then in a few short months Bob will get neutered.  I don't think it's going to change Bobs personality much.  He's oddly self confident for a dirty guy abandoned in someone else's garage, then passed around a couple of times before landing here.

Bob, I want to make a deal with you.  Once I get your ears clean, you better step it up.  Bob purrs really loud and likes to hang out around my neck.  This disturbs Marley.  We'll work it out.

Let's Imagine the Perfect Tenant For Me

First thing comes to my mind is a gay couple.  That would be ideal.  Or a man who can do things.  A man who knows how to change a furnace filter or insulate the attic.  I'm not crazy about the idea of the young. I know that's ageist... But god dammit I'm sick of dealing with naughty children.  I'd like someone who really liked the very old house that doesn't have a dishwasher but has a great back yard, the patio, the hammock, the shade, flowers, great neighbors, off street parking for two cars.  And it's the best little neighborhood in the city.  A real locally owned coffee house, The Coffee Garden.  There are good restaurants and Salt Lake's first art theatre, The Tower, where I rolled around naked with my first boyfriend who worked there after school.  I was thirteen. Nearly.  But I digress.

Where were we?  Any suggestions?  He or they could have cats but it would be best if they were inside cats.  It's a doggy world back here.  So, these new and wonderful tenants will love my dogs.  And because of the dogs and the hardwood stairs, I think the house isn't child friendly.  I grew up in it and if my parents hadn't lived there it might have been lovely. The neighborhood has improved since they died. But I digress.