The Bagguses

 I am looking after Blarney and Barney's kattens at the moment while they holiday in Tasmania.

They are known as the bagguses. Or the bag of cats, or the rattus baggus cattuses. Just as Maow Maow (bless his soul) was known as Ferralus Cattus, these guys have Latinate names too. 

There is Kylo.

And Rey.

What do you expect of cats named by ten year old boys who love Star Wars? They were rescued from Ingrid's Haven, a no kill shelter, in July. 

Barney brough them over on Wednesday afternoon. Rey, the more adventurous of the two, clambered out of the cage immediately, looked around, then flopped down in her bed and fell asleep.

Kylo, the more reticent of the two, remained in the cage for a hour, then hid under the couch. Two days on, he's out and about a lot more, unlike his sister who's now sleeping with me, coming up for regular cuddles and generally being a Maow Maow Mark II.

Blarney warned me that they were up all night, pains in the neck, would probably want to go outside all the time and would eat all round the houses. Well they eat. They eat for England. But they're being good. They're kattens, they are going to be into everything. Lucifer's cat toys are being used and abused. They want to help me paint, bless em. They've found the windowsills.

And they are just awesome. Of course, they aren't my lovely boy, but they are filling the big hole left by him. 

They go home next Friday. I promise not to post any more about them. Even if they are photogenic.

And even if they are cute.

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