OUR FIRST MAGICKAL CHILD.

[1989 e.v. ~ 1991??? e.v.]

[This page dedicated with fondness, to Carlotta Carmichael.]

This little bundle of joy entered our lives and our vehicle, late in the evening of the 28th of May, 1989 e.v., half a block south of Melrose Avenue, around the corner from Drake's. He got his name Rorschach, after having danced in front of the mirror in the Sunset Plaza Motel, making animated movements which resembled Three Dimensional depictions of Rorschach blots. That motel, by the way, is in the shadow of the Sunset Plaza Tower, which can be seen in the excellent film, MURDER MY SWEET, starring Dick Powell and Claire Trevor. That film was broadcast that very night, as we lay in bed watching our little bundle strut his stuff in front of the mirror. Noir films are so excellent. And "le Chat Noir" is the best kind of cat in existence (unless one is a Japanese Bobtail, in which case, Japanese Bobtails are the best kind of cats in existence, particularly the tortoise shell variety!).

He accompanied us on all of our magical activities, and even most of our worldly pursuits, and always took communion with us, at his insistence, by the way. [In case there are those who read this who are damn fool enough to think we are referring to bestiality :::: DISCLAIMER :::: A majority of the "humans" we have mated with fall into the bestiality category as it is, and we aint kidding!!!!!!!] And boy, oh boy did he love those Frank Sinatra songs, too....

For nearly two years he was the brightest star in our lives, until he was taken from us, Saturday the 16th of February, 1991 e.v., by person or persons unknown. Of course it could have been some unknown demented Fundamentalist Christian Satanists, as there have always been plenty in the vicinity of 333 East Fir Street in Brea California! Whoever is responsible for this act, whether it be Frater Kinema, Brother Jamie D, or Delores "Jeannie" the Monster-in-Law, it makes no difference to us whatever, the karmic result shall be the same without us having to even concentrate on it for a nanosecond. There are some things that shall never be forgiven, and this is one of them, and our dear Rorschach would agree heartily, and probably vie for his pound of flesh too!

To you, dear precious feline, we give our homage, pay our tribute, and put you on the World Wide Web for all to see, 12 years after you came into our lives. Au revoir!

We now add two more portraits of Rorschach Asmodeus:

This last photograph shows Rorschach in May of 1990 e.v., after Seth Leary arrived on our doorstep. Rorschach was not only a manly man of a cat, but he was quite a devoted mother as well, to both Seth Leary and Nephthys MacAleister.

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