Day 90 - A Mao By Any Other Name

It's a sad fact that Alfred didn't know his name for years.
I think it's because he was called Tinky or Winky or something for the first four months of his life.
Then we adopted him and quickly gave him a name that befitted his haughty nature.
Now whenever he's being particularly mao-y we just call his name and he shuts up.
For a second.
Like the one below where he was maoing for food despite having some in his bowl.

One blissful second.