H.P. hanging out with his stuffed lion.


"I, in my own senescent mellowness, confess to an inordinate and wholly unphilosophic predilection for tiny coal-black kittens with large yellow eyes, and could no more pass one without petting him than Dr. Johnson could pass a sidewalk post without striking it."  - H. P. Lovecraft

Other names considered: none. I told my husband in December of 2012 that if we ever wound up with a little black boy cat, I was going to name him H.P. I just didn't expect that we'd wind up with one so soon afterward!


None yet.

Around April 1, 2013.

Jet black with gold eyes. 

He's still a baby at this point, so there's no telling how large he'll end up.


Squeaky and a bit raspy. He's very vocal when he wants food or is demanding affection. It was his sister Esmée's meowing that saved his life, but he's ending up to be the more talkative of the two.


He's got a nice medium-loud kitten purr at this point. So far, he only makes biscuits when he's very, very happy.


On April 30, 2013, Chris was walking our six dogs in the evening well after sunset. He went down a road they don't usually use and heard a very loud kitten voice crying frantically. We're in a rural area and there are no streetlights so it was pitch black, but somehow he managed to find and grab two small, black kittens, all the while controlling the dogs.

As soon as he got home, he handed the babies to me and went back out with a flashlight to see if there were any more, but turned up no one else.

The little ones were clearly feral and given their location, may have as their source the feral colony that gave us Arivaca, Penelope, Aisling, Dubh, and Molly Maguire. Whether they wandered away from their mama or she went on a hunting trip and didn't return, we'll never know. 


H.P. is a friendly, affectionate, sweet little guy. Most days, he has several affection fits that involve him meowing loudly, winding around our legs, and rubbing his little face on our hands, becoming almost frantic with happiness.

He loves to play, but isn't as adventurous as his sister and tends to wait for her to try new things, then follows her. 


None so far. 


Playing with anything and everything, like most kittens; wrestling with his sister; and running up and down the bed in the middle of the night.


He is closest to his sister at this point, but also plays with Persephone a good deal. He wants to cuddle with Ceylon, but Ceylon is a bit hesitant.


 Quite wary, but not terrified.