The origins of this cat are shrouded in intruige. Siouxie Bubbs, like most cats, must have been conceived inside a mother cat, probably some time around Christmas 2010 and born round early February. With the father unknown, there are suspicions the local tabby cat who has established a continuing rivalry with Sioux may be the culprit, owing to their similar looks. But it could be any cat.
The pregnant cat, or ‘Queen’ as they are sometimes known, gave birth to two kittens and it seems this was too much for the humanoids involved. Mother and kittens were abandoned – who by a mystery – on the doorstep of a kindly couple who took them in to foster.
Humanoids Angela and Corv called round, curious as to these cats. The mother, named Tiddles by the kindly fosters, was working flat out to raise the playful kittens. One kitten was roustabout and muscular, while the other tended to be the quieter, smaller and watchful of the siblings, retreating to the kitchen when Corv and Angela called, watching them with interest.
After a month or so in foster care, the boisterous sibling was the first to find a new home. Siouxie Bubbs was left, and the exhausted Tiddles allowed her still small remaining kitten to take Angela and Oliver on as his new staff.
Those early days and nights in Angela and Oliver’s home were stressful, Siouxie separated for the first time from mommy Tiddles (who had remained with the kindly fosters). The cat was named and Siouxie soon settled, finding joy in an old pink cloth mouse, various little rolling plastic cages with bells inside (these didn’t last long, a memorial to early kittenhood), three humanoids to interact with, and a shady garden to play in. Since Corv had agreed to volunteer as the cat’s carer too, Siouxie got to spend time at his place over the road, giving yet another house and garden for the young kitten to to explore…
The last days of Summer, and Sioux’s been having a fine old time this week, in a playful mood, true to himself; there has been more play, more adventure, more growth. Sioux’s muscularity is becoming more defined, jumps are becoming more spectacular, and feats of daring more common and frankly brazen. It has been a strange old week, including a more meaty diet.
Becoming very confident crossing the road, a necessary commute between the two yards. It was usual to be carried across, but a few weeks ago Sioux disappeared from Angela’s back-yard and turned up in Corv’s. Now, if the cat wants to cross, he just does when he’s let out, following one or both of the humanoids crossing from house to house; sometimes straight to the target front door, sometimes he takes a more…leisurely route, hiding under cars, and mooching in gardens. Oliver won’t permit Siouxie Bubbs such freedom of movement however, and insists on carrying him over.
One of Sioux’s new tricks when let out the front of Angela’s yard is to dash over the road and up the gated alleyway a few doors down, only to return after a brief nose around, no doubt to fly up his tree.
On one such occasion recently, Corv, who had shut the door, appeared from a top window to check on Siouxie’s progress and reacted swiftly to the hissing yoowling cat fight happening just outside the front door. Siouxie was under tabby attack, attempting to blend in with the undergrowth, bravely resisting the attack of one of the older tabbys in the area, who have seemed to treat his arrival in the area as a minor scandal. The adult cat beat it as soon as the door was opened and Siouxie, a little shaken, crept inside, needing a bit of encouragement. Here he is afterwards, wired and bristled ; he’s looking at the electric light, probably intrigued by a moth –
After Siouxie’s nights when, his bluff called, he was left out all night, he tends towards returning when called now. Corv kept him in however for a night. Sioux was as you can see, slightly spooked. A good night in was required.
There are many toys, games and insects over there, as well as Corv to attack and play with, and Sioux was in a particularly playful mood.
It wasn’t till the following day Sioux ventured into the back yard.
After a day or two of this, including the merciless torment and slaughter of a spider – video evidence soon – Siouxie had some time back at Angela’s but tonight has come over back to Corv’s. After a good two and a half hours out in the full moonlit night, Sioux’s in, on his green chair after a meaty snack. Expect chaos and compassion.
Sioux once more stepped out into the night air to play. After another hour or so. Corv opened the door, and after half an hour Sioux stuck his head round the door, but darted back out again as soon as Corv made eye contact. Sioux was up for a game. After a few minutes of chase round the garden, Sioux finally retired.
When it became obvious he was dropping testicles, not ballions, at the appointed time, it was felt a cat need not conform to human genders, so the names stuck. Suzie was a good name as was Bubbs. Put together they make Suzie Bubbs. Alternatively, Sioux sounds exactly the same as Sue, but the spelling isn’t a girl’s name, so that seemed like a good idea. Hence: Sioux ‘Suzie’ Bubbs.
But what a complicated identity! Let’s see if we can unpick the name any more for the history of its ideas, like we did with ‘Ballion’.
Most people know this name for a particular nation or group of Native American peoples, native since before early modern Europeans came to colonise in the late 15th century. What many do not know is that the Sioux called themselves the Dakota people, or Lakota in some transliterations. The name Dakota means the Allies. The word Sioux, not a Dakota word at all, was what the Dakota were called by the Anishinabe people. When the Anishinabe wanted to refer to the Dakota, they would say ‘Sioux’, just as we might say ‘Yank’ when we refer to an American. Suzie’s not sure how friendly the Anishinabe were with the Dakota, but the word Sioux does not mean ‘the Allies’. It means ‘Little Snakes’.
Like Susan amongst human names, Suzie is short for Susanna, a fine old name from Hebrew via Greek. It means ‘lily’, which is toxic to cats, but may come from the Egyptian name Sšn, meaning ‘lotus’.
Short for bubbles, a much younger word, noted from the early 14th century, and may come from the Dutch word bobble. According to a google translation from the Dutch wikipedia, ‘Bobble’ means a bump or lump on the body, and “in sexual terms: visibility of masculinity”.
How ironic, in the midst of all this confusion, Angela chose a name which traces to an ancient word for lotus, after Siouxsie Sioux (or Little snake), while Oliy chose a name which means testicles.
Putting all this together, one unavoidable conclusion presents itself. The true academic/mythological meaning of Suzie’s name is:
Little-snake Lotus Testicles
That’s the etymological translation of ‘Sioux Suzie Bubbles’. Suzie Bubbs shares the decree of this deeper name for educational purposes in good faith, and will not be responsible for the consequences if it is used a form of address. More posts in this category, History of Suzie Bubbs coming soon.
Suzie Bubbs is learning to be both a house cat and an outdoor cat,and since Corv occasionally works unsociable hours from home is able to let him roam the night with a safe haven to return to. but Sometimes Cor needs his sleep, and Bubbles gets wrangled indoors. But cat can roam where humans seem fearful to tread, and that is exactly what this cat did this week. 4am and Suzie refused to make the leap home. Suzie moved in a 45 degree arc, so a miaow reached Corv’s ears every 3 degrees of arc but no cat was forthcoming. So he locked the door and went to bed. Sioux was on the move but no way in.
From Midnight to Noon
Bubbs had already been out since Midnight, and now from 4am onwards stayed out, without the safety net of an easy way indoors. Not till noon the next day did Sioux hear the call of his human house dweller, and of course came in right away in perfect, if ruffled condition. After a quick bite of rabbit paté the cat fasted and slept for the rest of the day. The morning’s middle few hours had been cold, followed by a slow warmth from only the sun, and with just the merest hint of reflection Bubbles felt only one possible flaw: that he’s maybe too awesome. It doesn’t hurt to learn the occasional lesson, and get back indoors where he knows the pitfalls – all too well.
Yesterday he was back to the outdoors, up on a low roof in the sun watching over the community, at least four gardens at once, watching as the sound of a particular cat scrabbled in the undergrowth…
Sioux is taking to his first Summer well, and has made a dry and shady den. Flying ants have proved puzzling – they don’t behave as other insects in the endless game of cat and gossamer wing. As Summer and Suzie mature it seems fitting to look back on early spring. Sioux’s education was both academic and practical.
Felinethropy – reading up on the origins of social work.
Surprisingly formal at times, here cat perused, for a time this book: