three's compawny too

As fur my children, Lava the orange puskat ran away and has apparently been spotted a few times living life as a wild woman in the bush. Teenagers! I’m cool with it. Sometimes you’ve gotta just let em go figure out the world. My sweet but egg-stealing pup Mus Man got on somebody’s nerves a bit too many times and was killed back in December. Now it’s just Quinn and me. Quinn is still a badass puskat with warrior-like hunting skills. One evening I was at my parent’s house and my papa heard some rat movement in their bush kitchen. We decided to test out Quinn’s skills. We stuck him in the kitchen and it was less than 30 seconds before he came out growling with his teeth sunken into a rat. You’ve not seen nothing like the mighty Quinn!

mus and lava

when quinn the eskimo gets here

naps

 
 My uncle Dik whose been working on the kindy playground decided to bring me a new puskat. She’s a tiny little grey furball with an orange face and other splashes of orange on her legs and bel, little reminders of Lava. I named her Fule Biti which means little moon. Since Lava decided to try out the wild life and become a bush cat, Quinn and I have been without a third. Fule fits in perfectly: she likes to climb and sleep and eat avocados. The down side to having a new lady kitten around the house is that Quinn is a bit too interested and isn’t heeding to my warning that, at 2 months old and the size of his left nut, she’s not really looking for a relationship with him right now. She’s gotten pretty good at fending him off and when all else fails, I let her sleep at the bottom of my bed under the net. <-An update! Since I wrote this, they have really become lovers. They curl up together for nice long cat naps and Quinn even shared an extra rat with Fule when he was too fulap to enjoy his catch!

fule biti

exploring

having an engaging conversation

There’s a baby on school grounds named Anaeda. Anaeda, Mr. Allan’s child, is a cute baby girl that hasn’t reached the age of being afraid of me yet, so I play with her pretty often. After 7 months, I have just found out that Anaeda is in fact a boy. I actually found out mid-being corn rowed, which only made the whole scenario stranger. This falls in line with when Jessie Rae and Nathan, after a year with their two female puskats, felt something peculiar under Pistol’s tail – two balls. The night of the shocking Anaeda’s true sex identity revelation, I had a dream about Quinn, my own puskat. Quinn was tittying a litter of kittens, his own! This is funny because in real life, people here are frequently confused as to why my cat “Queen” is a boy. It’s Quinn! Oh well. What makes this all the more weirder (and makes me question if this is all just a bizarre dream??) is that Fule thinks Quinn is her mom, I think. She tries to titty on Quinn’s belly all the time. What’s next, I simply don’t know.

anaeda the.... boy?

 Here are a few pictures of my mama and her pet parrot, sivi. Siviru means parrot in local language, so she has named all past sivirus “Sivi,” too. This follows my parents’ usual pattern of same naming: Wala the pigs, Livu the dogs, and Sivi the parrots. Sivi eats papaya and sugar cane and does birdlike things like climb on things and whistle.

sivi

his good angle

always boared

livu, the family pup

slothin