Some of you may have wondered, in idle moments, why Mr Spaghetti Legs has a title and Little Monkey does not.
Actually, when I first started this blog, LM was called The Idiot, so she shouldn’t complain! It took me a while to come up with the name you are all used to; Little Monkey.
As for Mr Spaghetti Legs, my daughter Pix just called him that one day, shortly after we had adopted him.
It fit perfectly. He is white, his legs are wobbly like spaghetti and he’s a guy! Furthermore, he actually is a gentleman.
When I put his food bowl down on the kitchen floor, he doesn’t dive straight in. He has a little trick he does, all by himself. He pauses for a moment and turns his head a bit to the side. He is asking, “Have you given me this food now? Is it mine, not yours? May I eat it?”
I do a large gesture with my whole arm, pointing down to his food bowl and then I walk away. It’s now his food; and he goes to eat it.
Little Monkey on the other hand, would dive straight in and not come up for air till her whole bowl was sparkly clean, if I did not insist Every Single Meal Time, that she sit: Food bowl on the floor in front of her: LOOK AT ME! Now Fetch!
Old SL uses his politeness trick at other times too. He pauses and waits for me to proceed him down the path, or through a door. He puts up with LM barging straight through him, leaping in the air and landing on him, and generally behaving like a hooligan.
He is just courteous and polite and has earned his title of Mister.
Little Monkey? Well I suppose I could give her a title. … Madam!