MoldovAnn

So it turns out Pandora isn’t a koshka (female cat), but rather is a kot (male cat). Rather embarrassing mistake to make, I must admit. But there are definitely parts there that, at least the last time I had a biology class, were not standard on the female anatomy.

So while Pandora is a good name considering what kinds of disasters we have found in the litter box (I swear, he has crapped more than his own physical weight in one go), it no longer seemed appropriate for the kot. After an absurd amount of time considering other names, we have, ta da!, finally settled on Ziggy. I could probably tell you the long circuitous route that led us to the name, but it’s not a very interesting story.

He is growing literally before our eyes. When I got home from Spain Monday night, I could have sworn he had doubled in the week I had been gone. His new favorite spot, at least that night, was the small gap between the kitchen cupboard and the wall. 3 days later he already cannot fit in that space, although it doesn’t seem to have quite sunk into his tiny little brain yet – he keeps dashing for that gap and banging his head and shoulders into the sides. He’s adorable and we love him, but I don’t think he is destined for greatness in this world.

Here are some pics when he was still itty-bitty and when we still thought he was a girl.
(The amusing irony is that Igor, in his private practice as a psychologist, has 2 transgender clients. When he first told me, while I was in Spain, that the cat was a boy, not a girl, I thought he had been spending too much time with his patients.)

He’s more than doubled since we took these photos, and he is ALL TEETH. Loves to play constantly, but hasn’t figured out that his teeth and claws are not enjoyable to the rest of us.