Hello my name is Simba. I am a little kitten, only a few weeks old, and here is my contribution to the archaeology blog. “Why am I writing on an archaeological blog?” I hear you ask. Well, I am the dig mascot. Here, let me explain.
I was born a few weeks ago near the Apollo archaeological dig house. As I was learning to walk and move around I was excited as I thought I had a multi-story building all to myself. Then suddenly people turned up. Firstly it was a group speaking Polish. Then they were replaced by a group speaking English, but with a funny accent. I later discovered they were Australian but it took me a while to understand what they were talking about.
Both groups were a bit peculiar, but were both very kind to me. They carried around small bits of broken pottery and looked at them very intently. They even spend hours cleaning the dirt off them and sorting them. People kept on mentioning dates, and context numbers, and looking at plans and drawings. Sometimes they shuffle some of the pottery around on trays with labels – they go to Bob for photos and to Chris for illustration, then come back and get boxed. And they have hundreds of boxes but won’t let me play in them. All very, very strange. And they come back from site each day covered in soil. Why don’t they lick themselves clean?
Luckily the Australian team love me. Danny keeps on feeding me. All the time. It is so good, although I think I may be putting on some weight. How does my bum look in these pants? Chris pretends he doesn’t like me, but I know when he hisses at me, it’s actually a sign of affection. I will jump on him one day to prove it. Some of the other Australians loved to give me hugs and cuddles – although they won’t let me in the kitchen. Damn!
Anyway, now I am fully aware of the archaeological process, I am even considering studying archaeology at university. I have my eye on a Roman red slip research project, and am quite interested in chronological development of marble architecture. However I had better finish cat school first.
I hear the Australians are finishing soon, and the Apollo dighouse will be closed up. No-one to be here to feed me! So I believe quite a few people living in Paphos read this blog. If anyone has a home for me I promise to be good! And I can talk to you at length now about stratigraphic changes and how to draw a Harris Matrix.
In the meantime I am going to lie in the sun and enjoy the life of being a dig mascot!
I was born a few weeks ago near the Apollo archaeological dig house. As I was learning to walk and move around I was excited as I thought I had a multi-story building all to myself. Then suddenly people turned up. Firstly it was a group speaking Polish. Then they were replaced by a group speaking English, but with a funny accent. I later discovered they were Australian but it took me a while to understand what they were talking about.
Both groups were a bit peculiar, but were both very kind to me. They carried around small bits of broken pottery and looked at them very intently. They even spend hours cleaning the dirt off them and sorting them. People kept on mentioning dates, and context numbers, and looking at plans and drawings. Sometimes they shuffle some of the pottery around on trays with labels – they go to Bob for photos and to Chris for illustration, then come back and get boxed. And they have hundreds of boxes but won’t let me play in them. All very, very strange. And they come back from site each day covered in soil. Why don’t they lick themselves clean?
Luckily the Australian team love me. Danny keeps on feeding me. All the time. It is so good, although I think I may be putting on some weight. How does my bum look in these pants? Chris pretends he doesn’t like me, but I know when he hisses at me, it’s actually a sign of affection. I will jump on him one day to prove it. Some of the other Australians loved to give me hugs and cuddles – although they won’t let me in the kitchen. Damn!
Anyway, now I am fully aware of the archaeological process, I am even considering studying archaeology at university. I have my eye on a Roman red slip research project, and am quite interested in chronological development of marble architecture. However I had better finish cat school first.
I hear the Australians are finishing soon, and the Apollo dighouse will be closed up. No-one to be here to feed me! So I believe quite a few people living in Paphos read this blog. If anyone has a home for me I promise to be good! And I can talk to you at length now about stratigraphic changes and how to draw a Harris Matrix.
In the meantime I am going to lie in the sun and enjoy the life of being a dig mascot!
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