Category Archives: Kazon

Daddy, you gotta gimme something

Kazon follows me everywhere.  That’s the first thing you’ll notice in this video as I walk back and forth in the kitchen.  It is that part of his need for me that earned him the “Puppy” nickname.  He is in every possible way my puppy dog.  Second, you’ll notice he’s asking for something with that half-purr-half-meow voice he uses.  It is one of many different parts of his communications tool chest.  In this case, he wanted either a treat or some attention, and he’s not so finicky as to decline both were they offered.  Needless to say, they all got healthy doses of both right after the camera stopped rolling.

This video is in Windows Media Player (WMV) format.  It’s 1:14 (one minute and fourteen seconds) in length and is about 3.59 MB (so be prepared for the download if you’re using dial-up).

Havin’ some bottle cap version 2

Remember Kazon havin’ some bottle cap?  Well, he’s still doin’ it.  I have yet to determine what it is about these little pieces of plastic refuse that intrigues him so, but Kazon still loves them, hits them like coffee and cigarettes right after he awakes, can occupy several minutes of his time when indulging, and otherwise finds some kind of wonderful treat in licking the inside of them ad nauseam.  I just don’t get it.

Never one to hide our family’s shameful and embarrassing secrets, here’s another video of Kazon doin’ his thing.

And that’s Grendel who graces us with his visual presence during the making of this film.  He was not interested in being on camera; he was only interested in having the cameraman give him some attention.  His request was obediently fulfilled.

This video is in Windows Media Player (WMV) format.  It’s 0:32 (thirty-two seconds) in length and is about 1 MB (so be prepared for the download if you’re using dial-up).

The Persian kitty

First, I am assuming he is a male given his personality and demeanor.  If and when I get him to the vet, I’ll know for certain either way.  I’m forced to make this assumption until and unless I find out otherwise because Persians have such long hair and I do not know him well enough to go poking around his business end.

Second, I’ve named him Vazra.  In Old Persian, vazraka means “great” and was often used as part of the Old Persian name for Cyrus the Great: Khorvash Vazraka (Kourosh-e Bozorg in modern Persian).

By the way, that’s pronounced just like Basra except — and obviously — with a V instead of a B.  To wit: väs’ rə or vaaz’ ruh.

Why did I name him Vazra?  As you may have guessed already, it’s a reference to Cyrus the Great (a.k.a. Cyrus II of Persia and Cyrus the Elder) who founded the Persian Empire and subsequently conquered Babylon.  I was looking for a name to represent both his being a Persian cat as well as his proclivity for excessive talking.  Since Babylon played into that (think “babble on”), I wanted to integrate both ideas into a single name.

Cyrus the Great would be the best reference point to both Persia and Babylon since he founded one and conquered the other.  Therefore, his name was my starting point.  That left me with the following options:

  • Cyrus (Latin)
  • Kyros (Greek)
  • Kourosh-e Bozorg (modern Persian-derived)
  • Koresh (Hebrew)
  • Khorvash Vazraka (Old Persian)
  • Kabir (modern Persian for “great”)

My logic went thusly:

LD has a son named Cyrus (xocobra’s stepson), so that name automatically was dropped from consideration.

Anything beginning with the letter K also was dropped since I already have Kako and Kazon, an intentional use of similar names since they are The Twins.

Koresh not only lost because of the K issue, but it also lost because of David Koresh and the Branch Davidians (a.k.a. Waco Davidians).  That name never had a chance.

Bozorg was dropped since it looks and sounds too much like the Borg from Star Trek.

Vash (a derivative of Khorvash), which technically means “like” in Old Persian, is the name of a character from Star Trek who in no way represents the kitty.

That left vazraka, but I didn’t particularly like the way it sounded — until I dropped the “ka” at the end.  Suddenly I had Vazra, a name pleasing to the ears, easy on the tongue, and it still means something specific to the cat.

And yes, I am quite anal about naming pets.  Names should mean something in my opinion.  Each of The Kids was named after careful consideration.  I already explained Kako and Kazon, and you can see the explanation for Chira’s name in this postGrendel and Loki are explained on their respective pages found at those links.

As for my burgeoning relationship with Vazra, that is going quite well.  In fact, I believe I will be able to get him to the vet in the next one or two weeks.  That is making some large assumptions, of course, but things are going quite well with my attempts.  He’s an extremely friendly cat; that’s why I suspect he was dumped (he’s not feral).  He loves attention, he tells you what’s on his mind, he’s very affectionate, and he is drawn to people rather than fearful of them.  I can’t make any guesses as to how he might react to the rest of The Kids since I have only observed their interaction through the windows.  He’s never tried to attack them, so that’s a good sign.

Anyhow, as long as he does not pose a health risk to the rest of the fur people, I will try to adopt him.  It’ll require time and will be ugly now and again.  Of that I’m sure given it’s an introduction of one adult feline into a home of four adult felines.  Kittens are easier under such circumstances since they don’t represent a challenge to the existing group.  In addition, they are not set in their ways, so they adapt to the household.  Adult cats, however, already have habits that may or may not fit into the existing family.  Such circumstances tend to mean more fights and animosity.  It will be important to ensure Vazra does not become miserable because the other four are ganging up on him.  It’s equally important to make sure the other four do not feel threatened or jealous should he come inside as that would increase the tension between them and toward him.  It’s a balancing act.

I will keep you posted since I have much hope that he can become a member of the family barring health issues.  If he does pose a risk to the rest of The Kids, however, I will still adopt him as my outside cat.

As David and Libby mentioned this morning, my description of all of this makes it sound as though he already is my cat.  I suspect that’s true.  He’s already adopted me to a great degree, so perhaps I’m the only one who didn’t realize the adoption already had taken place.  I can be slow sometimes…

Please note I’ve not forgotten I need to grab some photos of him.  I will try to do that in the next few days.  If nothing else, it will demonstrate how terrible the hair knots are and the kind of damage they’ve done to him.  It’s painful to even look at it.  Still, a good grooming should solve all of that, and I intend to make that happen as soon as possible.

Last but not least…  I still have not seen Chira.  It’s now been 10 days since his last visit.  From the first day I started to befriend him he’s never been gone longer than two days, and even at that I can not be certain he was gone since he may well have visited while I was out, busy, not paying attention, or otherwise occupied.  Regardless of the circumstances, no more than two days would go by before I would see him again, and there is always food available on the patio to make sure he knew he could come here for a meal and safety.  I am very — VERY — concerned about him.  I want desperately to believe he’s been adopted and is being cared for by someone; I fear the worst.

Sometimes happiness is that simple

There are times when just watching The Kids at play entails pure joy for me.  This video captures just such a moment.

I recorded this a day before Christmas 2003.  Derek had been in the hospital almost all year, was quite sick, and most distressing for him was how much he missed The Kids.  Related conversations increasingly became the quickest path to his heartfelt lamentations.  Nothing cut him quite as deeply as tears borne of missing them.  Jenny and I both knew how much he was upset about his failing condition and how much he missed the simple yet magnificent delights to be found with the four furry rulers of the cosmos.  More poignantly, he knew Christmas was always an over-the-top opportunity to spoil them, so the idea of missing it hurt him most.

Once it became clear he would not be home for Christmas and would have been away from The Kids for almost a full year, I decided one of his gifts from me would be a CD of photographs and videos of the feline members of our home.  I began the project during the summer of 2003.  It was a dedicated effort to capture as many digital moments as I could.  By the time I put the CD together for him, it contained dozens of videos and hundreds of pictures.  Luckily, it was ready just before Jenny and I spent December 25 at the hospital (we took with us an enormous and enjoyable Christmas meal and a plethora of gifts, wowing everyone including Derek).

Much later in time, after a brief and unsuccessful stint at home in spring of 2004, Derek lived his final months where he had spent so much of the last two years: in the hospital.  His condition worsened, a three-year expedition to identify the limits of human existence by way of pain and suffering.  Though he did see The Kids for a few weeks when he was allowed finally to leave the hospital before his health forced his return, he always looked to that CD for the emotional uplift he needed and knew The Kids could provide.  Many of the nurses who cared for him regularly would speak about the cats as though they knew them.  Ah, but they did know them; that familiarity came from Derek who spoke of them often and was always more than happy to give people the CD-of-The-Kids tour.  Not only that, but he frequently mentioned visiting my blog to see whatever new pictures and stories about our holy eminencies I might have posted since his last visit.  He likewise included returns time and again to enjoy his personal favorites.

I celebrated Christmas early in 2003: on December 24.  I wanted to record for posterity the holiday most envied by cats around the world (or, at least, by the masters of my universe).  Since we would be at the hospital for the holiday and the CD had to be included in the gifts we were taking to Derek, an early exploration of the goodies under the tree was necessary so I could include the enjoyment for the one person who most deserved to see it but would be unable to.

It starts with Loki playing with a new toy.  Despite his appearance in the video, there is no death, no destruction, no mass hysteria, no bloody battles for the souls of humankind, no end to civilization as we know it, and no levitation.  I’m sorry, but this was truly one of our simple moments.  I guess Satan chose not to inundate this historic record with his usual disregard for life and decorum.

Soon after it begins, Kazon and Kako get involved, steal the toy from Loki, and then inadvertently pass it back and forth.  He Who Should Not Be Named eventually finds a place to rest while watching the next generation act like fools.

Finally, it ends with Kazon collapsing with contentment.  It is then you see Grendel lying in a box in the background watching all the shenanigans as they unfold.  The Twins sure are silly, huh, Grendel?

This video is in Windows Media Player (WMV) format.  It’s 1:58 (one minute and fifty-eight seconds) in length and is about 5.27 MB (so be prepared for the download if you’re using dial-up).  And I’m still interested in changing all of these to MPG format; I just need to get off my duff, evaluate the software options, and buy something.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Adobe Premiere Pro the best option for this (video editing)?  Any other suggestions?

[Update] I originally concatenated three videos into a single WMV file.  I’m now including all three as separate YouTube entries below.