Meet Sophie Bagheera, having had her for a few days it was obvious that Sophie wasn’t going to cut it. We needed a name with heaps of potential, a name that would symbolise great things to come, a name that would strike fear into the bravest of cats…Rudyard Kipling sums it up best…
“Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.” Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book
She’s already living up to her name – then again Gymmie isn’t exactly the bravest of cats.
He’s trying really hard to ignore her in the vain hope that she’ll just disappear one day soon. In a way it’s a bit of poetic justice – when we had to relocate Gymmie to Bellville (for health reasons – both Gymmie’s and Tamsyn’s) he became the thorn in Wouter’s cats sides – so much so, that Benny packed his bags and moved in with Wouter’s Mom almost immediately – it took another year for Joon to follow. Not that Gymmie remembers any of that – all he knows is there is this upstart, this pipsqueak of a cat who scares the bajeesus out of him. It’s driving him to *drink*.
We reckon she’s going to grow up to be a cat to be reckoned with.
Although how anything this cute could be so scary is anyone’s guess.
