He’s mentioned in the cast of characters and he’s a topic of much discussion between The Theory, Agamemnon, the Baron Lucy-Lee and myself, but I haven’t yet introduced him. He’s blog cat Marzipan, called Marzi. I could talk about his brilliance (locked in a dryer at six months), his athletic ability (power sleeping should be an Olympic event), or his beauty (yeah, that’s real—he’s gorgeous) but I thought a story from the front lines would be the best introduction.
From The Theory, who was grouting and cleaning fireplace tiles today:
“A small cat-astrophe this morning.
Marzi became obsessed with the fireplace mantle. I warned him off twice, once even going so far as a [tiny] hurling. But I could not break the grip of Satan, the Evil One. On Marzi’s third essay of the treacherous path, the cardboard he was walking on fell off, so he, cardboard and the two formerly spare slate hearth tiles all came down – unfortunately, Marzi first. So he got pelted by falling debris, and to make matters worse, fell in the bowl of cleanup water that was on the floor.
This last, however, seemed to extinguish the fires of temptation burning bright within him. And now he sleeps, a bummed out, moistened, but wiser kitty.”
A further note from The Theory, who has truly been wrestling with demons today:
“It was, of course, Marzi’s supernatural strength that alerted me to the baleful influences of the Hoofed One. He was like he gets at feeding time, fierce, bristling and, yes, I daresay, demonic. Using special photographic techniques, we have been able to capture an image of these malevolent energies leaving his sleeping form.”
Here’s this remarkable photographic evidence: