Chani (the cat) went to sleep for the last time Wednesday afternoon while we petted her.
RIP Chani (2007?-2021), who was a pretty good cat despite mostly never really figuring out how to cat.
Chani (the cat) went to sleep for the last time Wednesday afternoon while we petted her.
RIP Chani (2007?-2021), who was a pretty good cat despite mostly never really figuring out how to cat.
Some books I've been reading / listening to continue to provide both motivation and practical ideas for some work I've long wanted to do ... or tried to start many times without succeeding. They also overlap every now and then even though they are guides to different paths which I fine pretty interesting and encouraging.
( books and practice )The cat beast Chani, who made her first Internet appearance on this journal many years ago, is still hanging around after a health scare last month and despite being well, almost fifteen years old. We suspect she hates us too much to leave ... *shrug*
I'm lounging on the bed, reading Sagan and slowly eating pita and hummus on a plate in front of the book. There's medieval music on the radio lilting softly and on the side board are a few lit tea lights, some juice, and the remains of my most recent cup of tea.
Chani, the near siamese kitty who also lives here, had, a few minutes before, come skittering around the corner of the bed at almost full speed (for no obvious reason, of course), but I hadn't heard anything from her in a couple pages. I was not surprised when she landed on the bed quite close to my head and the plate.
I was a bit surprised how fast she jumped back down (fell right back off) from the bed, perhaps after catching a whiff of the garlic and tahini (?) in the hummus. I called, in a friendly tone, to her retreating form:
"You don't like most of my food! That's part of how we get along so well."
She was sitting on the floor next to desk when I came over to post this, and has since hurried downstairs. Urgent kitty business, no doubt...