My birthday gift from Richard this year was to be a cat. But on May 27 (in Gemini), no cat had appeared, despite our extensive search.
We didn’t know that the next day (May 28, still Gemini) two brothers were born in a family of five.
We didn't know how we would ever replace our affectionate, talkative Turkish Angora, Marley, who had moved with us to Paris.
We didn’t know that a Turkish Angoran mother was nursing five kittens as we searched.
We didn’t know that ten weeks later, we’d board a train to the town of Boissy-St-Léger, half an hour south of Paris.
We didn’t know that two of the five brothers were so bonded that we couldn’t adopt one without the other.
We didn’t know we’d board the train back to Paris with two kittens not yet named.
We didn’t know for a week what their names were.
We watched as they boxed and galloped around the kitchen and foyer, and thought of the Dioscuri, Castor and Pollux, of Greek myth.
These twins, a tamer of horses and a boxer, were so close that they were later placed in the sky by Zeus as the constellation Gemini.
What else could we call them but Castor and Pollux?
