Blogging has failed to develop my political voice beyond the “Yeah, what he said” (link) “plus also…” format. And unfortunately, I have nothing to add to current debates in canon law. And as a final nail in my blog coffin, I am unwilling either to swear or to discuss intimate details of my … uh … “inner” health, as they say on the box of All-Bran.
So I guess I’ll just be confined to spouting off about minor events in my life, just like everyone else.
No more raspberries. Frost is due anytime in the next week. The birds have started flying south, which means that they fly away from here. I’ve only ever lived in a place that birds flew to before. It’s not very fun to have the birds start bailing out, like they know something we don’t.
The cats are starting to shed. For Oscar and Dizzy, our California-born short-hairs, this will be their second attempt to grow a proper Arctic winter coat. Last winter they were afraid to go outside.
Frederick the Attack Cat is now quite well integrated into our household. Yesterday he walked right up to me and sat on my lap. Since this is a cat who hates men and trees guests in the bathroom (a room which has a special place in his idiotic little feline heart), I count this as a big achievement on my part. Or rather, on the part of the ham in my sandwich that Fredrick was trying to cadge.
Here’s a picture of Frederick’s first sortie downstairs. A few nights ago when I wasn’t able to sleep, I was sitting in the living room doing some library work. I noticed a gray cat run up to me, and reached out my hand automatically to pet it. Then I thought, That’s funny… what’s Fenris [the neighbor's cat] doing in our house?. Of course, it turned out to be Frederick, and he growled the moment I touched him, and then ran off behind a chair to hide. Unfortunately, he picked the chair Dizzy was sleeping on, and since Dizzy is big and heavy and still has his front claws (F. does not), he cleans Frederick’s clock whenever they fight. So here’s a picture of Frederick skulking and Dizzy trying to figure out what the growling was about:
