...it is from that hour that I incline to date my Spiritual New-birth, or Baphometic Fire-baptism; perhaps I directly thereupon began to be a Pig.

November 23, 2005


Yes! Thanks to Marybeth for sending us this OPP. (Those of you still *ignoring* my CFP -- call for pics -- take note!) This is Little Carrots, named for Algernon Swinburne, a Victorian poet whose Pre-Raphaelite Brethren teased him for his red hair. She is a very athletic and affectionate little miss.

Here is what Marybeth had to say about Little Carrots:
"Here you'll see Little Carrots engaged in any number of her daily activites, from some light housekeeping duties, an existentially fraught stand-off with her 'medicine ball,' to a diligent bit of scholarship. As you can see, L.C.'s chief academic interest is medieval theology, but she's been known to dip her paw into the odd Victorian novel here and there. We've discussed the possibility of her taking orders, but Little Carrots has some "post-Vatican II" grievances against Rome. She feels that, as a laykitten, she has more freedom to pursue her felinitarian goals."

All I have to add is that if Little Carrots were to dress up in a costume, she would dress as a horseback rider, with a crop and high boots and a jaunty little cap.

Bravo, Little Carrots!


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