Kodjo. my guard said: “Non, non, non, ca c’est vraiment trop. Trois chats”. ( No no no, its really getting too much now. Three cats).
In the picture you see him, now at peace with the kittens, playing in my living room! This has not always been like that.
We already had a lot of animals. Did I mention that I often received animals as gifts from the villages – like the two giant tortoises the size of a small-sized outdoor summer table, that were named after the two soccer clubs Bayern Muenchen and Moenchengladbach. I received goats and chicken, guinea fowls and little buck, just to mention a few.
We had the two donkeys Egon and Emil. And the horse Mandela.
But here they were: three Sahel kittens as wild and as beautiful as the land.Named: Yalla Keita, Marley and Sissoko! Two Malian names and one Jamaican. Marley, was named after Bob Marley of course because he had been born with a similar intense expression on his face like Bob when singing ” Could you be loved”. At least that was, what was said about him.
Sissoko was altogether a different case. He chose to live in the bush and came only from time to time to visit his two brothers.
Kodjo sighed: non, non, non!
But I reminded him that he also had contributed significantly to our growing family. In my next post I am going to tell you how he did that. So he had no choice, than to say “oui d’accord” – yes Ok!
But in the end everything was well! And like Kodjo said there were also quiet moments!