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1) The reality.
About four years ago my husband and his colleague Stephen were walking through the Institute grounds, and they met an awfully dirty black and white kitten. The kitten started following them, just walking along and meowing. Stephen, who already had two cats, took pity in the kitten and took him home. The kitten was named Bandido (among other nicknames).
For several days my husband and Stephen could hear some kittens meowing. Under the Institute windows there is a small stinky river. Probably, somebody threw the kittens in to drown them, but somehow they managed to get out. Or some stupid cat gave birth to them at such a stinky place. It is almost impossible to get anywhere from the river, because it has a tall wall on either bank, and it is completely isolated from the surrounding city. There are some doors in the wall, but I have never seen them open. I don't know how Bandido got to the Institute grounds. Probably he climbed the wall somehow. The rest of the kittens, most likely, died.
Stephen and his wife Kristen once came to our place and took along the kitten. Masia was two years old, and she was delighted to have a kitten over.
We had a conversation about his name with her:
Masia: What is his name?
The grown-ups: Bandido.
Masia: Pandita?!
The kitten was black and white, and Masia was obsessed with pandas at the time.
This past December Masia went with her dad to his office, and he told her the kitten's story. Like, we were walking here, right by this very place, and we saw a very dirty kitten, and Stephen took him home, and they even came to our place with the kitten once.
Last week we went to my husband's office again, and Masia was saying tenderly: "There are kittens found right here sometimes! "
2) The Myth.
Today we were going to go to a park called El Batan, but when we got there we found out that the whole park was rented out for some Christian event, so it was closed for the general public. So my husband suggested that we go to the Institute grounds instead: the grounds are nice, and clean, and green, and taken good care of, much better than any park in this city. And on Sundays there is nobody there.
Masia, while running on the lawns, found a large stone that resembles a cat's head with pointed ears. And she has made up a legend.
Masia told the story in solemn voice, very much suited for a legend: This place is known as The Kitten (she said the name in English). It means Котенок. In the old times, many years ago, a river was running right through this place. Do you see that stinky river? In the old times it was running right here. Do you see the bridge?(there is no bridge, just some volcanic stones that could be seen through the grass) This bridge was built by the cats! In the old times there were many cats living here. And a kitten named Pandita was born here! The day he was born all the cats were very happy! And it was then that they made this sculpture that looks like a kitten. His mother personally made this ear, do you see it? It was a very happy day, because Pandita was a very special kitten! All this happened in the antiquity!
After this Masia gave me a tour of the sights of Pandita's glory: right here, on this patch of grass, Pandita was born, right under this shrub he used to sleep, he made this hole in the ground, and he drank from this very puddle, and here he used to eat right at this place (he used to go to a cafe to steal food for himself and for his parents!), and he used to collect these pine-cones, he'd make a campfire and cook the pine-cones on the fire, and also he'd pick these flowers, and cooked them too, he was such a great kitten, he knew how to do almost anything. And later, when Stephen found him and took him home, his parents were found by a circus actor, and now they are famous circus performers!
3. Photo.
And this is Bandido himself: http://elgeneralito.livejournal.com/10667.html
The legendary kitten of the antiquity has posted his picture in his own blog!
About four years ago my husband and his colleague Stephen were walking through the Institute grounds, and they met an awfully dirty black and white kitten. The kitten started following them, just walking along and meowing. Stephen, who already had two cats, took pity in the kitten and took him home. The kitten was named Bandido (among other nicknames).
For several days my husband and Stephen could hear some kittens meowing. Under the Institute windows there is a small stinky river. Probably, somebody threw the kittens in to drown them, but somehow they managed to get out. Or some stupid cat gave birth to them at such a stinky place. It is almost impossible to get anywhere from the river, because it has a tall wall on either bank, and it is completely isolated from the surrounding city. There are some doors in the wall, but I have never seen them open. I don't know how Bandido got to the Institute grounds. Probably he climbed the wall somehow. The rest of the kittens, most likely, died.
Stephen and his wife Kristen once came to our place and took along the kitten. Masia was two years old, and she was delighted to have a kitten over.
We had a conversation about his name with her:
Masia: What is his name?
The grown-ups: Bandido.
Masia: Pandita?!
The kitten was black and white, and Masia was obsessed with pandas at the time.
This past December Masia went with her dad to his office, and he told her the kitten's story. Like, we were walking here, right by this very place, and we saw a very dirty kitten, and Stephen took him home, and they even came to our place with the kitten once.
Last week we went to my husband's office again, and Masia was saying tenderly: "There are kittens found right here sometimes! "
2) The Myth.
Today we were going to go to a park called El Batan, but when we got there we found out that the whole park was rented out for some Christian event, so it was closed for the general public. So my husband suggested that we go to the Institute grounds instead: the grounds are nice, and clean, and green, and taken good care of, much better than any park in this city. And on Sundays there is nobody there.
Masia, while running on the lawns, found a large stone that resembles a cat's head with pointed ears. And she has made up a legend.
Masia told the story in solemn voice, very much suited for a legend: This place is known as The Kitten (she said the name in English). It means Котенок. In the old times, many years ago, a river was running right through this place. Do you see that stinky river? In the old times it was running right here. Do you see the bridge?(there is no bridge, just some volcanic stones that could be seen through the grass) This bridge was built by the cats! In the old times there were many cats living here. And a kitten named Pandita was born here! The day he was born all the cats were very happy! And it was then that they made this sculpture that looks like a kitten. His mother personally made this ear, do you see it? It was a very happy day, because Pandita was a very special kitten! All this happened in the antiquity!
After this Masia gave me a tour of the sights of Pandita's glory: right here, on this patch of grass, Pandita was born, right under this shrub he used to sleep, he made this hole in the ground, and he drank from this very puddle, and here he used to eat right at this place (he used to go to a cafe to steal food for himself and for his parents!), and he used to collect these pine-cones, he'd make a campfire and cook the pine-cones on the fire, and also he'd pick these flowers, and cooked them too, he was such a great kitten, he knew how to do almost anything. And later, when Stephen found him and took him home, his parents were found by a circus actor, and now they are famous circus performers!
3. Photo.
And this is Bandido himself: http://elgeneralito.livejournal.com/10667.html
The legendary kitten of the antiquity has posted his picture in his own blog!
