Boosh, meet Snowball and Bog Cat.
These are the bros who grace the living room windowsill, next to our family heirloom kitchen-table, gifted Rogan chairs, and furnace shelf full of hilarious books (“Yoga for Beauty”? “Jane Seymour’s Romantic Living”?) and my collection of antique photographs. They are in good company, lit gently by the lamp I took from Grandma and Grandpa’s old house on Moosic Street. (Jake and I don’t own any first-hand possessions, it should be noted.)
The larger, more-knitted character is someone with whom you might be familiar…Snowball! If you’ll recall, I did a piece on Snowball early in the life of this cat blog. (To catch up those parties interested in a quick recap, we bought her for Ken because Ken loves kitties, DUH, but after time I came to love this loathsome creature to dangerous extents, so we decided the best gift of all, for Ken, would be not to receive Snowball in the first place. This too made me happy.)
After a 6-month stint in Christina’s closet, Snowball is back and she is IN CHARGE. Here she can be seen spooning a recent acquisition– Bog Cat!
On my glorious reunion with Jared, after my time in New Zealand and his time in Huntingdon and then Ireland, much gift-giving and hug-swapping occurred. Lucky for me, Bog Cat was added to our smallish, humble-but-happy family that day. I have saved Bog Cat’s totally-legit-from-Ireland-pedigree to transcribe here. For you.
Ireland’s bogland was once home to the much sought after black bog cat which was said to roam the vast bogland near the shores of Loch Neagh. It was a larger than usual cat and lived on insects and small animals, and was said to bring luck and great wealth and happiness to those whose path it crossed.
Similar stories are told about a large black cat seen in the boglands in midland Ireland and with its intelligent cunningness always evaded capture.
Using 5,000 year old black turf from Ireland’s deepest boglands Island Turf Craft have recreated this lucky cat in hope that you too will bring a little piece of luck and happiness into your home.
There you have it. These kitties oversee (with their glassy/squinty eyes) all the comings and goings of our life-ing-room– long dinners, slow breakfasts, black coffee-cups, parties given for friends moving to far corners, the craft labeled bottles emptied and cast aside, the goodbye kissing, the hello kissing, the reading in that one patch of light in the afternoon, the frustrated job-applying, the frenetic cleaning of the floors and tabletops, and the (otherwise unknown) nocturnal habits of The Pink Shadow.
Who besides these lucky two know more?