I have never blogged about Rutherford. Certainly he is not one of my favorite presidents. In fact, if I ever blogged about him, it would have been in a list of presidents I know the least about. It may also have been in a list of presidents I am most likely to forget. As I know I have not blogged these lists, then I am not sure where I could have discussed Mr. Hayes.
I realize that search engines are not perfect. My apologies to the Jennifer Roberson fans who find me when they plug in Cheysuli. I am not a fantasy novel, though sometimes my life lives like one. I can’t help it that my original breeder was a fan of the work. Of course, finding me is not a total loss. They’re fine books and I am a fine, fine cat.
My name, however, is not Rutherford B. Hayes. My parents were not named after Rutherford B. Hayes. My owner isn’t named Rutherford or Hayes. In fact, we can find no instance when either of us has ever spoken of Rutherford B. Hayes. So how exactly did someone searching this term come by my blog? I am perplexed.