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When Putin calls to congratulate the new U.S. president, Biden should seize the opportunity. By GLENN NYE and JAMES KITFIELD, At some point in the coming weeks President-elect Joe Biden will likely receive a call from Russian President Vladimir Putin congratulating him on his election victory. Biden should seize the opportunity to provide an overdue reality check on nuclear weapons.Tensions between the two nations that possess roughly 90 percent of the world’s nuclear warheads are reaching levels not seen since the darkest days of the Cold War, even as the edifice of arms control agreements that kept Cold War dangers in check teeters on the verge of collapse. Under the guise of weapons modernization both nations are also engaged in an incipient nuclear arms race. Little wonder that the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists has reset its Doomsday Clock to just one hundred seconds to midnight, the closest it’s ever been to Armageddon.
When he takes office on Jan. 20, Biden can help arrest that dangerous spiral by fulfilling his campaign pledge to extend the New START Treaty before it expires in early February, and to use it as a foundation to pursue new arms control agreements. Recent jockeying between U.S. and Russian negotiators on a one-year extension of New START highlight just how complex and difficult arms control negotiations have become. In an era of renewed major power competition, destabilizing new technologies, and rising international tensions and distrust, managing U.S.-Russian relations already are difficult. They only will become more so as Moscow comes to terms with a new Biden administration unwilling to overlook, as President Donald Trump has, Russia’s history of cyber and disinformation attacks on the American political system.
Before the election, talks between U.S. and Russian negotiators on extending New START bogged down over the Trump administration’s insistence that a one-year extension include a freeze on strategic nuclear weapons that are currently covered by the treaty, as well as tactical nuclear weapons that are not. As is often the case in arms control talks the devil was in the details of a verification regime to monitor such a “freeze.” But the goal of constraining shorter-range tactical nuclear weapons was laudable and should be pursued in follow-on talks.
One of my cats is large, white and fluffy and is called Sheep. Well actually, she's called Cindy but mostly she gets called Sheep. Not that this makes any difference to Cindy who doesn't answer to either name unless food is involved. My friend Kate came to visit us one weekend and saw a large, fluffy white thing on the back lawn. "Ooh look - sheep!" said Kate. Kate was 39 years old at the time, but in her defence she's the daughter of a sheep farmer and automatically identifies all fluffy white things seen against a backdrop of grass as sheep.
The naming of cats, according to T S Eliot, is a difficult matter. A cat needs three names - the name that the family use, a peculiar and more dignified name that never belongs to more than one cat and a name that no human research will ever discover - the name upon which the cat himself will spend long hours meditating. It also needs a nickname, usually one which is bestowed upon it by someone other than its owner. Eliot sort of forgot this essential fact of cat husbandry.
I am a volunteer at a cat shelter and one of the more mentally strenuous duties is to find names for all those cats. You work through books of cat names and baby names (twice), exhaust the possibilities of flower names (courtesy of a seed catalogue) and all of the poets (some yield enough names for a whole litter e.g. Peter Bysshe Shelley or Samuel Taylor Coleridge) and most Shakespeare and Dickens characters are already taken (unless indecent sounding). The vet vetoes anything out of Tolkein and the names of Russian composers due to spelling and pronunciation difficulties. Then some friend comes along, spots a cat and says "Oooh! Sheep!" and the name sticks. Except for a couple of problems - the name has stuck to your cat who already had a perfectly good name (which it never answered to) and none of the shelter kittens (who need names) look like sheep.
My vet also had a tendency to nickname some of my cats. Scrapper had a perfectly good workaday name which aptly described his physical characteristics - or in his case - what was left of his physical characteristics after 10 years of living rough. Not only was his name perfectly suitable, he even answered to it which is a bit of a bonus since normally only dogs will answer when you call while cats will take a message and get back to you if they remember. He went into the surgery as Scrapper. During a mild altercation with the vet, he came out of the surgery called 'Wozzack' (it's a mild insult, pronounced 'wozz-ick") or to be more precise 'C'm 'ere wozzack'. From that day on, he answered to both Scrapper and 'c'm 'ere wozzack'.
This is a normal phenomenon as far as cat-lovers are concerned. No, not altercations with vets (though that's probably pretty normal too), the spontaneous nicknaming of cats, usually by someone other than the owner.
Author Terry Pratchett (P'Terry to his fans, showing that its not only cats who acquire nicknames) helpfully suggests that a cat has a variety of different names for a variety of occasions. For example, there's the name used when you tread on it and a very different name for when it is the only animal able to help enquiries pertaining to a pungent puddle on the carpet. It has further names for when the children are giving it a third degree cuddle and for when it causes major catastrophes. While it may initially 'look like a Winifred', as the years go by it finds itself being called 'Meepo' or 'Ratbag'. According to Pratchett, in his book 'The Unadulterated Cat', Vincent Mountjoy Froufrou Poundstretcher IV soon ends up as 'Mumthere'ssomethingORRIBLEunderthebed'! Never, says Pratchett, give a cat a name you wouldn't mind shouting out in a strained, worried voice around midnight.
How many cats are actually called by their given names a year or two later? Well okay, they are called by their given names during vet check-ups because that's the name on the computer (even if you do have to rack your brains to remember it yourself) unless of course the vet himself re-christens it after a mild altercation.
They soon acquire nicknames. One day you absent-mindedly call your cat 'Scruffpot' after it brings half the wilderness home in its fur and before you know it, the name has stuck (the same happened to a colleague of mine. One day I jokingly called him Scruff because he came to work unshaven. Next thing we know, most of the workforce calls him Scruff and it's my fault. Nowadays he even answers to Scruff - and he's the manager!).
Pratchett was right. Nicknames just happen. Fatso or Scruffbag are highly descriptive of the gourmet (or gourmand) or the beaten up cat in your life. Dribbles probably stuck after Pussywillow's dental operation. Precious, Angel and Baby describe that special cat-human bond (Oi-you-b*st*rd also describes the cat-human bond, but not in quite the same way). A pair of pesky kittens who originally sported names bigger than themselves i.e. Marmaduke and Montgomery, somehow got re-christened Trouble and Pest in a Freudian slip of the tongue.
We can spend ages deliberating over a suitable name for our new friend, or becoming acquainted with the name it arrived with when you adopted it. Students of quantum mechanics call their cats Schrodinger or Heisenberg while car mechanics call their cats Castrol or Sparky. The name has to fit in with the furniture as well as suiting the cat. I started off with Scrapper and Kitty - two no-nonsense cat names. Then, due to circumstances beyond my control (it's a woman thing, okay?) I ended up with a cat for whom the only suitable name was Aphrodite. Scrapper, Kitty and Aphrodite - spot the odd one out. Scrapper, Kitty and Affy sounded much better.
Whatever name your cat starts off with, one day that carefully considered, descriptive or meaningful name will be superseded by some upstart spur of the moment nickname like Rugtiddler. Sometimes, our cats entirely lose their original