December 27, 2004Fuzzy Baby Pix (eeeew!)
That didn't sound quite right and looks even weirder in print. Oh well, no better way to describe these pics of Graymalkin, our one-and-only feline familiar at La Casa de Los Pixies. I've shared a pic or two in the past but never really properly introduced him here at Olla. So, without further ado...
Everyone, this is Graymalkin.
There are a couple more pics here in this photobucket.
His name comes from Shakespeare's Macbeth (Act I, Scene I) the scene with the witches calling for their familiars. Graymalkin is the familiar of the first witch in the scene and I've always loved the name. He has a lot of gray in his fur all throughout but is mainly a black cat. Part of the reason I chose his name was in honor of his predecessor Taz, who was a beautiful gray tabby whom I loved very much and who spent a good long portion of life with me and went on many psychedelic journeys at my side.
I found GM (or more like he found me) while I was out at the local pet store picking up supplies for our other pets-- they were in the middle of cat adoptions. I had lost Taz to kitty-leukemia only a few months before and did not think that I was ready to even look at a new face let alone adopt one. I did a quick walk through and petted a few who looked like they needed it, but when I got to the very last cage, there he was-- a tiny little thing, bogies caked in his nose, eyes puffy, sniffling something terrible. This was a sick little kitty but as soon as I even thought about moving away, out came one little paw and then this little "beep" of a voice. My heart was his forever.
I asked the adoption crew what was up with him and they said he had been found in a dumpster, scratched himself nearly bald from the fleas and had ended up with a very bad respiratory infection but that he had been on meds and was fully-recovered. I argued that he looked like he was still sick and they promised me it was just the end of a "bad kitty cold". When I got to the vet the next day he wasted no time in phoning the adoption crew up and scolding them for putting a sick cat out too soon. Apparently my vet and the woman from the adoption center were on a first-name-basis because according to the vet, she had done this with several other hard-luck cases in the past.
So, GM ended up with a new set of eye and ear drops and a new antibiotic and within a week he was right-as-rain. As soon as he was ready to check out our backyard I let him out to explore. Wouldn't you know the first place he went to sniff around was the Egyptian obelisk I placed in the garden in honor of Taz when she passed away. He went right up to it, walked in a circle and let out a few short "meep's". I knew what his name would be at that moment.
Mal's been with us now for around three years or so and we've been enjoying every minute of it. He's a real character and a warm soul. He'll kiss just about anyone and is very chatty. He rarely sits still for pictures and almost every shot has been blurry, so I feel pretty fortunate that I was able to grab a few good ones here.
Everyone, this is Graymalkin.
There are a couple more pics here in this photobucket.
His name comes from Shakespeare's Macbeth (Act I, Scene I) the scene with the witches calling for their familiars. Graymalkin is the familiar of the first witch in the scene and I've always loved the name. He has a lot of gray in his fur all throughout but is mainly a black cat. Part of the reason I chose his name was in honor of his predecessor Taz, who was a beautiful gray tabby whom I loved very much and who spent a good long portion of life with me and went on many psychedelic journeys at my side.
I found GM (or more like he found me) while I was out at the local pet store picking up supplies for our other pets-- they were in the middle of cat adoptions. I had lost Taz to kitty-leukemia only a few months before and did not think that I was ready to even look at a new face let alone adopt one. I did a quick walk through and petted a few who looked like they needed it, but when I got to the very last cage, there he was-- a tiny little thing, bogies caked in his nose, eyes puffy, sniffling something terrible. This was a sick little kitty but as soon as I even thought about moving away, out came one little paw and then this little "beep" of a voice. My heart was his forever.
I asked the adoption crew what was up with him and they said he had been found in a dumpster, scratched himself nearly bald from the fleas and had ended up with a very bad respiratory infection but that he had been on meds and was fully-recovered. I argued that he looked like he was still sick and they promised me it was just the end of a "bad kitty cold". When I got to the vet the next day he wasted no time in phoning the adoption crew up and scolding them for putting a sick cat out too soon. Apparently my vet and the woman from the adoption center were on a first-name-basis because according to the vet, she had done this with several other hard-luck cases in the past.
So, GM ended up with a new set of eye and ear drops and a new antibiotic and within a week he was right-as-rain. As soon as he was ready to check out our backyard I let him out to explore. Wouldn't you know the first place he went to sniff around was the Egyptian obelisk I placed in the garden in honor of Taz when she passed away. He went right up to it, walked in a circle and let out a few short "meep's". I knew what his name would be at that moment.
Mal's been with us now for around three years or so and we've been enjoying every minute of it. He's a real character and a warm soul. He'll kiss just about anyone and is very chatty. He rarely sits still for pictures and almost every shot has been blurry, so I feel pretty fortunate that I was able to grab a few good ones here.
