Friday, April 16, 2010
Handsome Hamlet ponders the meaning of life...and yarn.
To be or not to be. That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrow of outrageous fortune or to take paws against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.
Alas, poor Hamlet...the worried little pussycat. His owner said, "It's funny you mentioned his worried look. He gets a little bump on his forehead that makes it look like he's knitting his eyebrows, and, of course, he doesn't have eyebrows because he's a cat!"
Well, that's what we think. He knows he's a nobleman.
Emily got Hamlet from a co-worker who bumped into her in Wal-Mart and said "Hey, do you want a kitten?" Instead of sensibly responding "No!" Emily asked, "Are there any black ones?"
Hamlet was the only black kitten in a litter of five; all his siblings were gray.
It turns out he comes from a shady past: his mama had sneaked out for a romantic evening before her people thought she was old enough to have babies. She was spayed as soon as the litter was weaned.
When Emily picked him up he was seven weeks old, fit in the palm of her hand, and screamed the entire twenty miles home in the carrier, until she let him out. Once freed from the carrier, he climbed right into the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt and went to sleep.
On his first vet visit a couple of days later the vet told me she'd never heard a kitten yell as loud as he could. Emily named him Hamlet because he wears a black suit and whines all the time. Isn't that a riot? True to his Shakespearean personality, his favorite thing to say is "No, no, Oh no!"
Hamlet is almost exactly twice as large as the other black cat in the household, Buena Suerte. He weighs about thirteen pounds, and likes to sleep either on Emily's feet or on her pillow. Like my old Hannibal, Hamlet drools when he purrs. And like Fabulous Feline, Truffle, his tail is bizarrely flexible. He can twist it into a corkscrew shape, a big loop, or something that looks like a periscope.
A glutton for affection, Hamlet has figured out how to be patted whenever he chooses. When Emily got her spinning wheel he figured out that if he leans into the drive wheel it acts like an automatic cat petter.
His greatest wish is to someday catch a butterfly.
Emily told us that Hamlet had a perfect set of black-on-black tabby stripes as a baby, but now they can only be seen in direct sunlight. Thus, his Fabulous Felines yarn is shades of black and gray.
Congratulations, Hamlet. You're a Yarnmarket Fabulous Feline!
Posted by Deborah Knight at 10:30 AM