Recently finding myself surrounded by excited children in lower campus who were congratulating a kitten upon its successful rescue (my role was keeping a larger cat from eating its food, its first in several days), I enquired as to its name. “Parkour Master,” said one. I was greatly confused, not being certain as to what a parkour is (some sort of salon?). I asked her to repeat the name and tell me who had named it, but the question was left unanswered in the excitment. That evening, I encountered the word while reading, thus experiencing the common phenomenon of dwelling upon whether such sporadic coincidences are due to chance clustering or whether the earlier presentation prompted alerted my mind to pay attention to what otherwise might pass without notice. Wikipedia addressed my ignorance well, but I was left confused how the local pre-teen lexicon included a word I presumed arcane. Confiding my confusion with a parent solved that mystery: there had been a parkour activity at school. Perhaps a master led sessions, or a video was shown.
Thinking of how it could be an apt name for a cat (though possibly not one needing rescuing from the second-floor ledge of the physics building) brought to my mind how many local cats have been named (often more than once: different people call them different names and even change the chosen name {there is a dispute over whether the discovery revealing Parkour Master as having female reproductive organs [I do not recall whether she bears the clipped ear signifying surgical intervention in their function] necessitates the sole use of the feminine name Emy, though when I asked why a “girl cat” could not be named Parkour Master, the children looked as if they did not yet have the language to explain their views [I neither suggested vocabulary nor the alternative “Parkour Mistress”], and only later did I conceive that the name could have a human male namesake}, such as me becoming angry at Moustachio {before she turned Goth} and renaming her Three Plus), and also how many cats are no longer here. Thus, a minor calligraphy project, partly commemorative, partly memorial (I see these as different), partly celebratory: a tribute to the cats in all their diverse personalities.
Grimly, I realize that all my cat friends from when I was an assistant professor are no longer here. My guess is that the longest duration of a feral cat in lower campus is less than 10 years. Crazy Cat, Moustachio, and Black Rose are all contenders for feline Methuselah status, but since Moustachio (also known as Einstein by AUB undergraduates) was relocated for illegally auditing chemistry courses, his status is unknown. I did not mind him auditing my course, but there were many complaints in other courses.
Roman imperial and gilt edges seemed appropriate to convey the sense of an official document and some of its doomsday aspect, but I was not up to the challenge of so many imperials. My comfort with uncials led to their use. The Gothic footnote is mangled by my being too lazy to use guidelines: my ability to freehand Gothic is limited. Their simplicity of form means that every deviation is obvious.
The seal is semi-authentic, meaning a real paw, though indirect. Taking inspiration from my grandfather’s fake diploma in “Chemical Drafting,” a joke by the chemists and chemical engineers about helping him understand the difference between what one can imagine and what one can make real, a wax seal and ribbon were necessary. I thought at first somehow to arrange for some official AUB seals, but the official seal is probably tricky to get. I imagine it is under lock and key on the top floor of College Hall (that would be about five layers of security, of which I would be able to penetrate only three without raising alarms). A cat paw seemed appropriate, but holding a living paw on a puddle of hot wax seemed unwise. It would probably make applying ear-mite ointment seem easy. Carving one from brass or wood would be going too far (from being viewed as a mildly eccentric hobbyist to kookily obsessed), but modeling clay could work, especially as there are many cat prints in concrete on campus with which to form positives. I kept my eyes open and scouted some good ones. Books & Pens had modeling clay, and after a couple of few tries, I managed to get a couple good positive impressions of paws (and cause passers-by to form odd impression of me). DiabCo had sealing wax, and some more experiments (aluminum foil does not stick to sealing wax, unlike modeling clay even when coated with nail polish) led to success.
A4, Winsor & Newton smooth heavy watercolor paper, Noodler’s inks, Pilot parallel pens, Windsor & Newton Gold ink, Pelikan 60/10 sealing wax.
What to do with it? Office wall?