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text 2018-11-17 15:59
Meet Charlie and Clint!


Some of you may remember that in summer 2017 I adopted this beautiful boy (photo left) and ultimately named him Teddy -- unfortunately, he was not even destined to stay with me for an entire year; I lost him in April 2018 and my heart is still bleeding for him.


You may also remember that he'd had quite a difficult life and thus required a fair amount of "investment", emotionally and otherwise.  Consequently, it also took quite a while for me to get over his loss (so much so, in fact, that I didn't even feel posting about it until now).


Then over the course of this summer work intervened, which was salutary in that it kept me (mostly) engaged elsewhere -- in addition to which, it also became clear that it wouldn't make much sense for me to start thinking about finding new cats as long as I didn't even have a clear picture how the rest of this year was going to pan out.


And then ... about a week after I'd returned from my belated "summer vacations" (in Corsica, the last week of October), I accidentally came across a complete stranger's tweet that someone else I'm following on Twitter had liked or commented on ... and they were looking for a new home for their cats.  And they were living in my area.


I went to see them last Sunday.  We -- the cats and me -- were instant friends.  (OK, the toys, treats and tuna I took may have helped ... but chiefly, it was all about love and attention.)  I hadn't brought any cat carriers, the idea of the visit having been nothing more than an initial get-to-know-you meeting, and of course, I hadn't been the only person to communicate my interest, either ... but by the end of my visit, it was clear how the chips had fallen.  So, they immediately came home with me after all, and I made a second trip to their former home that evening, returning their empty carriers. 


They spent the first night in hiding but started exploring their new home the very next day -- and now, not even a week later, they're already completely settled in; playing with complete abandon, cuddling with me in my bed (and pretty much everywhere else), and just generally being the best and most affectionate little boys ever.


So, everybody, meet my brandnew fur babies:



... and Clint

They're 15 months old, brothers from the same litter -- born on a farm, but have grown up as indoor cats.  Charlie knows his name and it fits perfectly; Clint ultimately inherited the "Man with No Name"'s first name because his previous family couldn't make up their minds how to name him ... I'm pretty sure I'll be able to come up with something better (all the more because the name doesn't fit him at all), but I want to get to know him and watch him a little longer first.

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text 2018-09-29 02:32
My first bingo in real time ...

Carlito was super-impressed with my efforts until I had to stop him from eating the card (he's tidying up after his aborted snack); once he realised I was not giving him a new chew toy, he became super UN-impressed.



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review 2018-09-26 21:23
SUNSET by Erin Hunter
Sunset - Erin Hunter
Ending of series 2 in the Warriors series.  Some of the story lines are ended but others open up here.  The clans are adjusting to their new homes with the usual fights over borders and Two Legs interfering with the clans' lands.  Leafpaw is getting many visions.  Which are true?  Which are hers?  The prophecy comes true.  But who is the traitor now?  Does Leafpaw confront some of the others or not? 
I like this series.  I hope my questions get answered in series 3.  I think I know the answers to my questions but I want confirmation of those answers.  This is a good ending of series 2 and sets up series 3.  Excellent world building.
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text 2018-09-16 00:44
Key West - the books and cats post. (Photo heavy)

MT and I wrapped up our Florida trip with 2.5 days in Key West.  For those that might not be familiar with Key West, it is the southernmost spit of island off the tip of Florida; only about a mile wide and where the Atlantic meets the Gulf of Mexico.  Cuba is only 90 miles south and it is claimed that on clear days you can see it (it's never been that clear when I've been).  Key West is known for being the place that rogues, bootleggers, drug-runners (the none-ruthless ones that never got rich from it), and quirky people go to retire.  It's beautiful, but a tiny bit seedy and they take great pride in their independent spirit.


Hemmingway owned a house in Key West and inherited via gift from a sea captain in port, a cat named Snowball.  Snowball had 6 toes, wasn't fixed and had the run of the house.  Snowball begat a line of 6 toed cats that continues to this day (albeit in a controlled and careful manner - most of the cats are neutered).   Cats are revered at Hemingway House and currently there are 57 in residence (not all of them 6 toed or descendants of Snowball).  All of them named after famous people.


The house and grounds:


Check out that palm tree in the center of the first picture - the one that's growing horizontally; that's what palm trees are famous for - they grow whichever way the wind blows.


His writing studio - note the cat under the footstool.  




Embarrassingly, I read this inscription in a completely different manner than the one she probably meant.  Or, maybe not.  He was a rogue, after all.  ;-)


Some of Hemingway's books (most of them are still in Cuba), and a very, very bad picture of his portrait, which I included so you could see the scar on his forehead, and (hopefully) be able to read the card underneath.


His study in the main house.


And finally, just a few - a very few of the 'famous' Hemingway cats:






And the one who sort of stole the show for being the friendliest, the only one whose name we found out... Babe Ruth.  He climbed into MT's lap the second he sat down, and then tried to climb into my bag and go home with us.





Spoiler alert:  We still have just 3 cats.  But if we could have, we'd have taken Babe Ruth home.  Total ham and attention hussy.


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text 2018-09-13 16:57
Reading progress update: I've read 65 out of 419 pages. For Genre: Horror
The Coldest Girl in Coldtown - Holly Black

Holly Black does not mess about, she throws you into the dark straight off. I am not frightened of a vampire apocalypse, but as a metaphor about everyone having a darkside, oh yeah, she goes there. Fortunately I have cats.



Nothing could go wrong with companions like these.



Allow me to introduce Queen Luna Grey DeLisle. Luna doesn't much like Calder, but they both want very much to get all the attention.

Scarlett Eno is keeping a watch on the leaves being blown about. 


I'm done now with the cat pictures. 

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