these two lumps of fabric and stuffing are kitty kitty kittens. probably the most well-worn kitty kitty kittens around. i got them for christmas around the time when i was probably 8 or 9. i know the black one was called smudge and i feel bad that i don’t remember the others name. i also know i had one more but where it is i do not know, which makes me feel bad again. seeing them and just how clumped together the fur is, and how scratched the eyes are, makes me wonder what is happening to children these days. i’m not very old but i think of my childhood as the dark ages. i think of it the way you always imagined the 60s and 70s in your mind when at school, sepia tinted, fuzzy and slightly ill-fitting. everyone looks foreign and things seem the wrong colour. now my youth seems like that. at the time the nineties seemed cutting edge i suppose as it always does but i don’t know about you, but it seems that the new millennium changed times far more than previous new decades have done. align it to the industrial revolution, or the 60s, periods where growth is accelerated and change thrust in too fast if you like. not being a historian of the twentieth century i couldn’t tell you if any social ills befell these periods (indeed the other day i described 20C history as “pregnant mothers with 13 children being abused while scrubbing the floor by unemployed macho men with rickets between a couple of wars). being a person of the twenty first century doesn’t make it any easier to tell if this is happening now. all i know is that here are two relicts of my childhood, two fabric sacks with stuffing, grains and a rattly purr sounding ball inside and it looks as though it’s been rubbed against a rough cast wall for two continuous years; that’s how much i loved and played with it. someone please tell me that i’m wrong but i would think it hard to find such among children these days.
i wish i hadn’t put them in a box with some scented candles so i could smell their age properly.
i find it rather hypocritical that jo frost (on the super nanny programme) is preaching about childhood obesity when she herself is clearly above the correct weight she should be. it’s not exactly a coincidence that fat parents have fat children so why should someone who can’t control her own weight be lecturing on how to keep children the correct weight? this is obviously based on the assumption that she doesn’t have any medical problem accounting for this.