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A weekend of dramatic! black and grey and white clouds that, oddly, produced nothing, not even a cold front. Yes, is measurably cooler than in some forgotten Before (last weekend, maybe?) but is still muggy humid. Will take humidex of 29 over the real thing, whatever.
Someone on the FFL talking about cats and dogs and how he isn't a dog person. I thought I wasn't either: cats all the way even if I only ever owned one myself. My mother wouldn't let us have pets, saying-- probably with justification-- that she'd wind up taking care of it. But I suspect that she, like her twin sister, was ailurophobic, and if we'd wanted a dog we might have had one. We didn't, of course. Once I moved away from home, everybody had cats: they were part of the furniture; and nobody had dogs because you can'thave them in apartments. Couldn't understand Peter Wimsey going on about how, umm, unheimlich cats were, like bells and mirrors. 'Doesn't do to think too much about them.' Cats are as domestic as a dinner plate and Sayers was on crack.
Yes well. It's been a decade or more since I had to do with a cat of any sort, bar the Local Playwright's moggy who used to sit on my front porch chair when I had a front porch chair, and who was certainly not sociable. Have discovered that I'm slightly allergic myself and lord knows my breathing is compromised enough by a gas stove. The neighbourhood cats of yesteryear are now all kept indoors except rare exceptions like Barton (Old Deuteronomy) Cat, and everybody got dogs during lockdown. And now, when I pass the occasional cat, I find myself agreeing with Lord Peter, though it pains me to do so. Yes, there's something off about cats. Maybe it's the same as birds. I *know* that thing used to be a dinosaur and I don't like it. St. Francis can have them. And while I doubt my DNA encodes any memory of sabertooths, I don't feel comfortable with them either.
(Possibly, just possibly, I believe dogs are naturally well-meaning but dumb, and any aberrations are down to human mistreatment, while cats are naturally intelligent and their motives inscrutable. This in spite of having known any number of dumb as rocks ginger males.)
Someone on the FFL talking about cats and dogs and how he isn't a dog person. I thought I wasn't either: cats all the way even if I only ever owned one myself. My mother wouldn't let us have pets, saying-- probably with justification-- that she'd wind up taking care of it. But I suspect that she, like her twin sister, was ailurophobic, and if we'd wanted a dog we might have had one. We didn't, of course. Once I moved away from home, everybody had cats: they were part of the furniture; and nobody had dogs because you can'thave them in apartments. Couldn't understand Peter Wimsey going on about how, umm, unheimlich cats were, like bells and mirrors. 'Doesn't do to think too much about them.' Cats are as domestic as a dinner plate and Sayers was on crack.
Yes well. It's been a decade or more since I had to do with a cat of any sort, bar the Local Playwright's moggy who used to sit on my front porch chair when I had a front porch chair, and who was certainly not sociable. Have discovered that I'm slightly allergic myself and lord knows my breathing is compromised enough by a gas stove. The neighbourhood cats of yesteryear are now all kept indoors except rare exceptions like Barton (Old Deuteronomy) Cat, and everybody got dogs during lockdown. And now, when I pass the occasional cat, I find myself agreeing with Lord Peter, though it pains me to do so. Yes, there's something off about cats. Maybe it's the same as birds. I *know* that thing used to be a dinosaur and I don't like it. St. Francis can have them. And while I doubt my DNA encodes any memory of sabertooths, I don't feel comfortable with them either.
(Possibly, just possibly, I believe dogs are naturally well-meaning but dumb, and any aberrations are down to human mistreatment, while cats are naturally intelligent and their motives inscrutable. This in spite of having known any number of dumb as rocks ginger males.)
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I miss visiting cats. At one point everyone had them and then suddenly they didn't. Of course, there was also 'suddenly everyone has moved away' as well.