So we’re zoned out late afternoon, watching a travel doc on TV Japan, when Midori the Turtle ambles over to my recliner and looks up at me.
A few minutes of warmth and she fell asleep. . .
She’s been slowing down a bit the last while — we’ve been caring for her for some 27 years. . .
Two shots of Sora the Cat taken just a few mintues apart this evening.
Up at 5:00am and get some stuff done.
Crank all the windows open until 7:00. Then batten down the hatches and hunker down while the temperature steadily climbs to ~42C (107F) here in Burnaby, BC, peaking between 2:00 – 4:00pm.
Thank you tall trees of Byrne Creek Ravine Park that keep us shaded until noonish.
Supposedly it will be back down to 30C by 10:00pm, and a bearable 23-25 overnight.
Check in on vulnerable family, friends, and neighbours.
Stay safe, all. . .
UPDATE: And watch out for pets, too. Sora the Cat quickly figured out that an ice-water filled bed warmer is a great place to hang out :-).
UPDATE 2: As of mid-afternoon it now looks like we’ll top out around 36C instead of over 40. Whew!
It’s in the mid-30s C in Burnaby, BC, and we don’t have air conditioning, so the fans are out, and even Sora the Cat is ennervated.
No demands for play today, eh? : – )
It’s been awhile since the tube caught Sora’s attention, but tonight she found a cheetah documentary on TV Japan riveting.
After some 40 years of shooting with film cameras, my first DSLR was a Nikon D300. I still have it but hadn’t used it in years.
Today I ran across its battery charger as I was cleaning out some desk drawers, so I charged up the battery, put a Sigma 10-20mm wide angle zoom on it (15-30mm equivalent on this sensor), and tested it out on Sora the Cat.
Pretty good. . .
I see on my old blog that I got the D300 on April 16, 2008.
D300s are built like tanks, and though just 12MP, that’s plenty for web and online work and prints of moderate size.
Working on acclimatizing Sora the Cat to a harness and leash. Baby steps, but she’s coming along.
We hope to get her to the point where the late Choco the Cat was. Choco would ask to be harnessed and taken out.
Too dangerous for cats to be out on their own around here, steps from a ravine forest, and of course, even fed domestic house cats have a huge impact on birds and other wee critters. . .
I’m scared, Daddy!
Oh, that’s a bit better, cuddling in the sunshine : – )
What are you having for lunch, Daddy? Oh, leftover Gardein Meatless Ground pasta casserole?
What’s that? I’m supposed to be a carnivore? Bwa-ha-ha. . .
I was watching Sora the Cat lazing in the sun with Dori the Turtle, and these words came pouring out. I didn’t have a notebook handy so I wrote them on my cell phone in an email to myself. I am not a poet by any means, but this was fun!
I know not where she sleeps
I feel her presence in the room
then on the bed
she licks my face
nips at my nose
I raise a corner
of the quilt
her eyes glow in anticipation
and she eases
in next to my pillow
and snuggles into the crook
of my elbow
she starts to purr
stretches out a paw
and touches my cheek
she purrs so happily
that she gulps
we cuddle contentedly
as we greet the morning
Holding hands watching TV this evening. . . .
When you go off to refresh your tea, and you return to find that the office assistant has staged a coup d’état and assumed a senior management position. . .
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