No, you can call her Fred if you like, she may not answer to it or indeed like it, but nothing stopping you calling her it. Personally I wouldn't though. Not unless you like being verbally castrated .
Its nice to see the " Little One " get into the festive spirit, Her artistic eye comes in handy when dressing a tree, She is in her glory when she has something to challenge her.
Trash cans, How very dare you, you upstart. The quality of the wastage of my upper class clientele is better than most other folk dream of. For is it not true that from an early age I was dining on scraps of salmon, fillet steak, quails eggs, duck l'orange, and truffles, followed by the occasional crepe suzette, Whilst you have been scavenging around Foamy's scraps all your wretched life. Class my friend is like cream, always rises to the top. Puuuuurfect !!
And that is why she has to wear glasses sometimes.......the smell reaches her first, and then she needs help in locating you, because you skulk around furtively, and hide in the shadows like the creepy critter you are. There is not enough money in Russia to be able to afford what it would cost to descent you, it would destabilize the Ruble.
You just will not come to terms with the fact that she would prefer to stroke a pussy ( ME, in case your filthy mind started getting other ideas. ) than soil her hands on you. If she has gone to buy anything for you. it would most certainly be a large bottle of deodorant. Puuuurfect !!
Out side with the rest of the smelly trash is where you should be my fiendish friend, not I, for I should be somewhere befitting my station in life.......In the " Little Ones " bedroom wardrobe. Puuuuurfect !!
We all know her well enough by now to realise, she will do what she wants to do when and if she wants to, and the clock has never prevented her doing her thing in the past.