I realise posting photos of cats on the Internet is rather the stuff of other blogs, and probably what you don’t come here for, Dear Reader. But I couldn’t resist. And I wanted to see if my camera was still working.
This is Sevig. His name is Armenian. I’m told it means ‘small black thing’. When I heard this, I also shamefacedly admitted that I couldn’t point to Armenia on a map. But I can now. There it is, between Turkey, Georgia and Iran. Its capital is Yerevan. I shall remember that by thinking of the time I once recognised Evan Dando of the Lemonheads at the Reading Festival.
Me: You’re Evan.
Mr Sevig is my lord and master here in this Upper Holloway flat for the next seven days. He wants to sit on my lap, but I’m worried about his claws damaging my suits. Sorry, Mr Sevig.
Still, I’m careful to ensure he gets all the food and water he usually has, plus a few treats such as catnip and spoonfuls of Dairylea cream cheese (his favourite, it seems) to help compensate for suddenly having to deal with me and my cat-shunning suits.
