Kittens

It's quite shocking for me to realize that even as far back as this journal goes (it now spans eight years), I've never before posted about my parents getting new pets - the latest in the lineage of cats survived a truly impressive amount of time, as they'd been around for a good while before I even left for university. But a family friend emailed them about a litter that they wanted to give to a good home, and so for the first time, I've been introduced to the new family cats via a webcam. The successors of Pushkin, Toby, Cleo, Jaguar, Max, Smokey, Cassie, Chekhov (who didn't have a Gun) and Gandalf (who was neither Grey nor White) are these beautiful striped grey kittens...







Cat X and Cat XI don't yet have names. As Russians seem to survive the longest, I would suggest something like Karpov and Kasparov, but one's a boy and one's a girl. My brother suggested a couple of names that I really liked, but I'm not sure if having cats named after our next-door neighbours would be weird and/or confusing.

Maybe Wilkshire and Cumberbatch.