KITTENS!!!!

SO, for all two of you who don't read feiran's livejournal, we got KITTIES yesterday.

( The saga of getting the cats )

Beware--all of these pictures are HUGE. Try not to die of the cuteness.

Say hello to Oscar. Oscar, meow hello back!

He got his name first. We picked him up and said, "This is an Oscar." His name is alternatively Oscar the Bandit, as he's a little scamp, but Oscar it is.

And so well trained, too.

Don't forget Lord Cornwallis!

Sorry, bit blurry, but he's adorable. He was to be Admiral Lord Nelson, but he's not so much a Nelson. Lord Cornwallis--Wally and any variety of nicknames thereupon--suits him.

See, I'm a good boy, too!

Who lines a litter pan, honestly?
(Not us, we got rid of it promptly--Wally kept catching his claws on it)

Baby's first kibble!

Auntie theKathy wuvvy wuvs Wally!

Mommy Liz'beth wuvvy wuvs Oscar!

Play time!

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Having just gotten back from the Darwin exhibit at AMNH, I have to say the most interesting story was that of the captain of the HMSBeagle, Robert Fitzroy. He got command originally after the captain previous became depressed and shot himself. His letters in talking about Darwin show him to be a bit mercurial, but also hilarious--when Darwin's presence prompted the ship's surgeon to leave (a bit of professional jealousy that any specimens Darwin classified would be attributed to him, as there would be no need for the doctor to play naturalist as well), Fitsroy condemned the man using appropriately 19th century British terms, then called himself an ass for not realizing it sooner.

Fitzroy also financed all that the crown would not do to be absolutely sure the various scientific experiments, measurements and recordings would be able to be carried off without a hitch. This is not to say he was a saint--he supported slavery and even purchased men and women to take back to England (then returned them as part of a failed attempt to start a mission in South America). But he's an interesting figure, and I'd love to read more about him (I may just do, in fact).

On an unrelated note, someone in this building is playing The Cure's Bloodflowers album, a fact remarkable because it isn't in Spanish (nor is it blasting--it's a comfortable level even for coming in out of the window). Also, cats make typing impossible, the little darlings.