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In which a squirrel goes nuts
In which a squirrel goes nuts
A bird this deep in the heart of the city was a wonder enough for one day.
At first blink, it was a scrap of fabric or cardboard worn out of shape by heat and rain. At second blink, a sparrow. Trailing my fingers along the blistering shopfronts, blinking eyes open, eyes shut, I almost didn’t notice it had feathers in time to avoid treading on it. A dirty cock sparrow, grey with accumulated layers of dust, its eyes still wide and bright.
No sign of any struggle; it lay crushed and spent in a bend where the pavement was wider than normal. The hot wind, or perhaps the ceaseless movement of the crowd, had pushed it into a gap between two paving slabs.
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It was grey. It was grey when the sun was supposed to come up, and it was grey when it was supposed to go down. For days, we hadn't even seen the sun.
Christmas.
Eighty years ago, maybe more, maybe less, they had these fogs, or smogs. In cities. People wore masks, so they could breathe.
The day before Christmas Eve, two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's grey. The crazy thing is that although it isn't Christmas everywhere, and it isn't two o'clock, everywhere, it's grey, everywhere. On land. At sea. Southern hemisphere. Northern hemisphere. Everywhere.
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I love pictures of cats reading books.
She looks very like my Bonnie in colouring.
:)
I mistakenly called her Kelly yesterday; Kelly was another tortie we used to own.
Bonnie is our first tortie but I still sometimes call her Whisky, which was our last cat.
The vet has put Bonnie on a diet and that's an absolute pain.
Yessss. Caitlin had to lose weight. Not easy when you have a husband who feeds the cat from his plate.
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