February 2012
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I think that, pending a suitably fitting personality, I should one day name a cat Kermit and then always call him Kim. Then he would embody all the sweet domesticity of the muppet, all the mischief of Kipling’s protagonist and the man who orchestrated the Iranian coup of 1953, and have both one and two syllable options for when I call him. Yes, that would do nicely. I want a cat.