Sunday, June 3, 2007

Say Hello to Finn McCool [Updated]

Finn McCool, year-old veteran of multiple shelters, was liberated from the Humane Society of Silicon Valley at 5pm, Sunday, June 3rd. He was immediately smuggled by his rescue squad into the deeply-forested mountains, to a place called "Fort Harrington." There, he is intended to be the guardian of the king (as was his namesake in legend).

He will, that is, if he ever comes out from underneath the dresser.

And, no, I'm not the "king." That would be Oolie, the Black Freighter.

Finn McCool (or Fionn mac Cumhaill)

This painting of the light-red-haired warrior was stolen from Ton Coolen's short description of the legend . Dr. Coolen is a member of the "Disordered Systems Group" at King's College, University of London, and has no idea who I am. He named his son "Finn," and does that kid ever have some name to live up to.


Finn McCool came out from under the dresser at nine o'clock -- as soon as he heard Mrs. Fort's voice when she came into the computer room to check on him. Apparently, he became enchanted by the sound of her voice on our long drive back from the shelter. Can't say that I blame him.

Finn and Mrs. Fort, June 3, 2007.


ronnie said...

Fáilte, Finn!

What a beautiful kitty you are.

You are going to like this place. I guarantee it. No more shelters for you. This is your OneTrueHome.

Aren't yo^H^H they lucky?


Nostalgic for the Pleistocene said...

It's such a wonderful moment when they say "I'm a cat, i hate change, i really hate ch-- Oh. Wait. This is a Really Good change!"