His name is Luther.Because he said so.
No. That's the way my ears came. Rakish, don't you think?
Welcome wishes now being accepted. His Lairdship Luther is taking a nap. It's been a long day. . . . and he still has the "official" meeting with the cat to live through, and any moment now the Blue Angels can be expected to do a brief fly-over in lieu of their usual practice for the big Naval Academy graduation show, since it's raining. . . .
Thank God for small miracles. A two hour journey by car, farewell to his mother, "home" with two strangers, a hostile cat and loud aerial acrobatics right over the roof top - all in one day? I'd be under the bed, too.
Sleep tight little Luther.