Let me get you caught up – The new boy has been named! We’re calling him Cyrus. There are two purposes served by this name: First, it is an homage to one Cy Pernice. I never met the man and I don’t know whether he’s still alive, but he lived in this apartment before I did. They tell me he lived here for 30 years, that he worked as a window decorator for Carson Pirie Scott, and that he was an antiques collector and a lifelong bachelor. I don’t think I need my good Sharpie pen to connect the dots on that one. Anyway, the second reason for the name has to do with the fact that CC and I are long-time armchair Egyptologists, so this name is a highly Anglicized version of the name Osiris who, if you didn’t know, was the Egyptian god of life, death, and fertility, all of which play varying roles in my life. And of course, the ancient Egyptians regarded felines as deities, so perhaps I have some undocumented Egyptian ancestors.
As you can see in the photos below, Cy has an absurdly lavish tail, quite out of proportion and style to the rest of his body. On the other hand, Brunswick has virtually no tail at all, so on average, we have two perfectly normal tails here.
I realize that the photo of Brunswick does not show her face. I have yet to take a really good shot of her face and frankly, it is difficult to see even in real life, as there is virtually no contrast to it. Just so you know you’re not missing much.