
Once upon a time an elderly lady took a stroll along the river and came to a run-down farm, where she spotted a mother cat and her young ones, carefully kept in a huge wooden crate. The farmer´s wife, who adored cats, asked the woman if she would take charge of one of the furry bundles of joy, and to her surprise, the woman consented to it. A few weeks later, she came back to fetch a baby cat. But which one should she offer a new home? The black one? The grey one? Five pairs of cat eyes watched her warily. Would the situation improve with the new owner? But what about their siblings? In the evening three cats had moved to their new home, two black ones and the black tabby blotched kitten. All that was left do do now was to give them proper names. Since the elderly lady always had been fond of a Mister Tolkien, she decided to scour said Mister´s opus for fitting names. The black tomcat was named Namo, for he was dark as the Lord of the Dead Souls, his sister Vaire, because her fur resembled the woven tapestries of the weaver, and the smallest kitten should answer to the name of Nienna, because it was bemoaning life in general.They lived happily among their new family, until one day three weeks ago Lady Nienna decided it was time to say goodbye and join those of her siblings that had already left for the other side of the rainbow bridge. Now it is up to Lord Namo and his sister Lady Vaire to cause havoc all day long. And you, dear readers, now know the tale of how my cats got their names!