It has occurred to me that after all that talk of the kitten 'round these parts it was a terrible oversight—nay, downright cruel of me—to not have posted a picture of the little guy. I do apologize.
Here he is today, hanging out in Celsiana the damask rose:
He has a name, too. Like Sir Isaac Mewton, he has been named for another great Englishman: Aleister Meowley.
Although, last night I thought of another great name, after yet another Englishman: Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Mewart. I imagine I'm the only one who'll get that reference, though.
It's either the Beast or the Brigadier. Hmmm.