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| Tornado's Gifts
by starfish273 at 11/3/2009 3:56:00 AM
This is so cool...thankfully I added a couple of my earlier blogs to forums so I was able to track them down (savet09 was my original nickname on here). So here is one of them, and yes, the little guy is still like this. 
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Ok...so here it is. I adopted a kitten back in November. He was assumed to be a Maine Coon cross (and has since proved himself to be) and was about 4 months old at the time. He is now 10 months old and GIANT!
I try to name my cats with original names and names that befit them. I named Gandalf because of his guardianship manner and protector status. Cinder got her name because of her ashen (volcanic) coloring and a type of volcano is Cinder, plus add -ella to the end and you get yourself a little princess and indeed she is that! So then...what to name the new addition to the family???
I wanted to go with an African name because afterall he's from here. His markings are dark and "stormy", a perfect swirl or "tornado" on both his sides. So I chose Isikhukhula (Issy-koo-koo-la) which is Big Tornado in the Ndebele language. It can also be Khukhula (smaller tornado)...and when I'm calling him it's just Khula. Soooo...to get to the point of this diatribe.
He is most definitely living up to his name!
As tornados misplace lives and livelihoods so does this little guy, well, big guy. I come home to bottle caps, pebbles, rocks, toys (hotwheels), paper, who-knows-what all placed strategically on my bed for "mom" to see.
It happens in the middle of the night as well. My cats have toys - cat toys - real toys to PLAY with. But since the Tornado has graced our presence they have slowly disappeared. The other night I discovered where they have been going. My cat thinks he's not only a Tornado but also a damn dog! He buries them! He came in one early morning and dropped something on my belly. I grabbed it - and immediately retreated my hand - I had NO idea what I had just felt. I switched on the light only to find this filthy moist toy mouse from AGES ago on my bed (belly). I was like
So...anyway...his most recent "gift" was a bird. Mind you this isn't the first time this has happened. I have returned home before with every room in the house filled with feathers but no bird in sight. Hmmm. But this time after a 12-hour day and LOTS of driving after a 4am start (3am wake-up) I came home with feathers galore all over the bed WITH bird particles. *yuck* There was the head...the feet...and the crop. At least the messiest parts were gone. *barf* But hell's bells the amount of feathers not only in my room where I thought they were, but also in the study/office. And as mom cleared up the mess (exhausted need I remind you) the Tornado himself pranced around blissfully proud of himself (purring) and totally oblivious to the annoyance his mom was going through.
In the end my annoyance obviously gave way to hilarity as his purring and rubbing increased I couldn't help but to laugh out loud. Isn't that always the way...animals have that power. The power of distraction and emotional tug-of-war to a better place.
And that is the way of Isikhukhula, the Tornado in my life is...his destruction always leaves behind a sense of pleasant serenity.
Such is the way of the animal kingdom, especially the cat (and their "gifts").
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