Also, I am really leaning into “posting whatever pops into my head (or social media feed)” lately. I’ll have more substantive posts, too. I’m pretty sure, anyway.
I present cat on shark:
I would give credit, but none was attached. I like the ambiguity of “Is the cat attacking the shark or is it just using the shark as a couch?”
That means you get a cat.
More and possibly better content soon™.
It turns out there are probably millions of these images, some very earnest, some very silly, some kind of straddling the line, like this one.
Here’s to the best part of autumn. And cats.
Or rather, I came back and the cat was there. The last few times I saw this cat, it demanded extensive scratches and belly rubs before letting me pass. Apparently tonight it was on patrol, so it demanded affection, but was willing to let me go my way, since it had important duties to tend to.
Kittens.
It is time, it is very much time.
This is mainly for myself, but also for anyone reading this. It’s true, not all comments are bad, but this morning I found myself reading a brief article on The Verge about running macOS on an iPad (the article was short because the real “article” is a YouTube video). There are dozens of comments from readers and while none are offensive or particularly displaying ignorance, it’s a rehash of all the same old Mac vs. iPad arguments I’ve seen before, and it made me realize I could be spending my time in other, possibly more productive ways
Like writing this blog post warning others not to spend time doing what I just did.
And now, a kitten discovering it has feet:
Please be calm. For now.
Courtesy of Microsoft’s Bing image generation thing. I mean, it is a very large cat.
Tomorrow, my birding report from today, as it is late, and I am pooped, and a little sunburned.
Yes, in just seven posts I will have hit 5,000 (over a 19-year period). The pressure is on to write something spectacular/moving/funny/insightful.
But it will probably be a picture of a cat.
But not this one:
I looked through my list of blog ideas tonight (in desperation) and none of them spoke to me. They didn’t even murmur.
And so I present instead an amusing cat image:
I have nothing else to offer tonight except this cat acting fierce toward its own shadow.