A TEDx talk in Corpus Christi and a series of texts brought Fergus into our family in December of 2013. Earlier that month, Gerred had attended a TEDx talk and met a few attendees over thai food. Fast forward to a few weeks later when Gerred receives a text asking, “Anyone willing to take a cat off my hands?”
Next thing I know Gerred asks, “What if we got a cat?” I was hesitant, but he showed me a picture of the tiny orange kitten and I agreed. Only to hear, “Well good because we already have him.”
His past owner found that kittens are a little too much trouble and had already passed him onto Gerred with the name Twix. That’s where I jumped in. At the time I was working on my Yeats Thesis. I considered naming him after several characters of Irish Mythology. Cuchulain, though the epicenter of my thesis, was a mouthful. I finally stopped at one of Yeats’ early poems, “Who Goes with Fergus.”
Who Goes with Fergus?
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
The poem tells the story of King Fergus’ abdication from the world of man into the wisdom of the forest and invites others to give the struggles of man away to the mysteries of nature.
Ironically, Fergus is an indoor cat. But that doesn’t mean he’s not a worldly cat. He’s traveled from Texas to Maryland and from Florida to California. He has eaten in Vegan cafes in Texas, witnessed sunrises in Albuquerque, and gazed upon canyons in Arizona. Fergus longs for the outside world while perched on a window sill and can appreciate the beauty of nature.