So... I've been having some problems with rats. They live in my roof and occasionally go into my kitchen and most recently into my house. I am absolutely petrified of rats and so a cat was the only logical answer to my rat problem. Unfortunately, Rwandans do not think kindly on pets and in all my time in Rwanda I had yet to see any cats. But, fortunately for me, my friend Benjamin knew of someone who could get me a cat and so one day Kivu came on a bus all the way from Kibuye (which is a horrible two hour bus ride) in a burlap sack. And that's why I named him Kivu; after Lac Kivu in Kibuye.
He's a great cat and I have no more rats! All the Rwandans think I'm crazy because I actually feed him and let him sleep on my bed. They call me "umusazi", which means crazy.
Anyways, here's Kivu.
