Mood: Nominal, heh.
[Toot!] Index: 0.7
Communism Bit: Off
Location: Job, of course
Title of the post stolen from Gerald Durell's hilarious book. :o)
First, you'll learn, from keeping and observing growing animals, that the rule doesn't only apply to humans, but to all species of litter: family is easier to accommodate, even love, when you are not in perpetual contact, because the competitive instinct is directed at the entities we share Space with, family or not.
Now, it's already like totally clear and all that my cat had kids. Introducin' ...
Apprently, names matter a lot in this stuff of christening little ones.
So, I chose to name them after notable military figures. I'm sure Space understands; she wouldn't want her kittens to end up with names as weird as hers, which people would be laughing at whenever I explained the origin. Here is a pic of them on some dirty old towel right under my table! I know, it's not a good place for kittens to be, and they should be cleaner, too, but you know ... Constraints.
Shaka is over there, at the top of the heap. The one with most-contiguous markings of black. He has a white patch about the face, so I know who the father is.
Full name: Shaka Waciuri. The first name comes from Shaka Zulu, and the other is from Dedan Kimathi.
Sun Tzu is the one with that light brown coat. That brown threatens to be a very cute colour when he/she is grown into a big furry tabby. At this point, I don't know their sexes, but what the heck; just deal with the names. Anyway, the owners who end up with them will likely change the names.
The full name is Sun Tzu Miyamoto. :o) The Sun Tzu part is from the ancient Chinese military theorist, mostly to sate my sinophilia, and the other part from Miyamoto Mushashi, the ancient sword-swingin' Japanese ronin fuck who never lost a sword fight in his entire life.
Gingko is the white one. He/she is an albino, it appears. I think I've seen some dark colour in the eyes (after they opened), so that may disqualify the albinism, but I can't be sure. It's nice to have a White kitty.
Gingko biloba Menelik is the full name. The first name is both the first two words, with the second one starting in a small b, not a capital B. I fuss about my kittens' names, yes. Nobody gon' spell them wrong in my lifetime! :o)
Okay, so Gingko biloba Menelik gets the name from the Gingko biloba tree. Menelik is the Ethiopian Emperor who rode out against the Italian army, at the head of a resolute army of barefoot warriors, and routed the colonialists at Adwa. I love Gingko's names, especially the Gingko one. For reasons that are beyond the scope of this book. :o)
Khalid is the lighter one of the two dark ones. Probably the most peaceful of them all, and also the one who sticks against the bosom the longest. Long after the other comrades have fallen off with the sheer exhaustion that suckling brings, he/she is still kneading Space for more milk, and only getting started. Sometimes I worry.
The full name is Khalid Kibuuka. Named after Khalid ibn al-Walid, the Qurayish military general who died undefeated. He was quite principal in the spread of Islam, and Prophet Muhammad (SAW) gave him his nom de guerre, Saifu'llah—The Drawn Sword of Allah. He was nothing short of a military genius. He died of old age, complaining about having missed his chance for martyrdom. (But why do you expect to die, if you fight like you don't want to?) Coolest last words. "I die like an old camel!"
Kibuuka is the god of War in Buganda. For me, he's the most interesting of their gods. His remains are currently in the Uganda Museum, and his people are trying to get them out and take them to his shrine. Back then, the British found the remains somewhere and stole them and took them to Britain, and Uganda reclaimed them. Question: if he is a god, why do we have his dick and balls in the museum? Answer: he wasn't a full god, only a demi-god; I know, I saw him in a previous life.
When they saw what a military genius he was, they said "it's not a man, but a god we fight with/against". I was one of the Luo mercenaries hired by the Bunyoro-Kitara empire to contain this new state of Buganda. When we fell in their ambush, the poisoned darts were raining down on us from everywhere. The myth was that Kibuuka flew into the sky and pelted us from above. In reality, I think he only told his soldiers to shoot skyward so that the arrows would hit us without revealing more than their deadly effect. In running from the divine arrows, we ran towards his hideout, and I saw him before my throat was struck by an arrow. See? Not a real god, but certainly a military genius.
That's all. Now, as we go, here are some pics.
Space bleeding maternal love onto Sun Tzu.
Space, the kits, and a cyborg eye.
And it is all right under my desk. Some things, though, don't change. Like my horrible diet, and the thousand-shilling notes that you could hiss to pieces. And I didn't even have peanut butter, that time, so picture me fighting the buns plain. :o(
All these pics were taken when they were about a week old. They are like two weeks old, at the moment. The eyes done opened.