Here is our little Persian, Singh, gnawing on our Yule tree. I am tempted to name him Jörmungandr.
Singh is about 7 months old, and has been with our family for about 5. Do not be fooled by his magnanimous cuteness. He is a menace to all things sacred and pure. This unholy furball has learnt to jump on the altar at night and eat the consecrated goodies. Like most cats, he’ll chase anything that moves, unfortunately, including the veil that covers the shrine on windy days. Luckily, he hasn’t broken anything. I hope it stays that way.
Not unlike the ancestors of the people who bred his kindred to become menacing balls of adorable, he’s inherited a love for shiny things, earning him kinship with Fafnir and Smaug.
Singh the Golden, the Magnificent, the Stupendous!
The Desolation of Singh.
I know our Spirits are very kind and understanding, but I can’t help but feel embarrassed at my little brother’s behaviour. He is a constant pain in the arse and I hate his guts.
Okay, maybe I don’t. He has cunning way of saying sorry, that little rascal.
At the end of the day, Singh remains my little brother and I love him.
Exactly one year ago, a Dachshund pup became a member of our family. Named Freyja, after a Northern goddess of formidable power, she has only been the most hard-headed, hyperactive, but adorable and affectionate dog-friend I have ever had (well, Princess was quite hyper, too, but she had never met any other dogs, so I can understand).
Freyja at 2 months old
Freyja growing up
She wasn’t Walker’s replacement in any way, but as a new little daughter and sister.
Today, a year later after Freyja joined our family, we welcomed the newest member of the family, a Persian cat we’ve named Narasimha (named after Vishnu’s lion-headed avatar). We call him Singh for short (Sanskrit for lion).
I would’ve given him a Persian name, but I’m Greek, so I can’t. Ha!
It’s too early to tell how he’ll turn out to be a year from now, but we’ve always been quite good at bringing up children, so I think he’s going to turn out just fine… and weird.
May the Mistress of Animals, Artemis Potnia Theron, bless and look after our little non-humans.