Curled up, tiny frail tortie sleeps in my lap.
Then, half awake, she stares at the room calmly.
[#]catsofmastodon
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On the commute, I had a phone browser pointed at radio.garden, streaming some "20ft Radio" from Kyiv.
That to Android Auto and enjoying some monotonous mellow as I rolled on through the morning darkness.
https://radio.garden/listen/20ft-radio/iXvzEMLx
[#]20ft #music
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then there were dinosaurs.
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and a sunflower.
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But then we saw some electro-wheat.
[#]sfba #oakland #zoo
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good night, sun!
At "Glowfari", at the Oakland Zoo
[#]sfba #oakland #zoo
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"Look at me. I am cultured kitten. You know what this is?"
"What?"
"If I move around in floopy tube, I am Mummenschanz!"
https://de.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mummenschanz_Maskentheater
[#]catsofmastodon #mummenschanz
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Welp, the cuteness is over for now.
It has been replaced by weird.
[#]caturday
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Domestic cats evolved to use a strategy of using irresistible cuteness to manage their humans.
[#]Caturday #catsofmastodon
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Best part of fish-mass-tree, is pulling down all pretty red bows and chewing on them!
[#]catsofmastodon
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October 2024.
During a long quiet stretch, a floor boss paced back and forth, musing, sometimes looking at whatever-the-fuck terrible nonsense on his phone.
Then he stood up.
He stood nearby, stood staring steadily at me sitting with my N95 mask on my face.
And he said,
"Yeah. I can tell! How someone gonna vote. Uh-huh. If they got blue hair! Or have a mask on their face!"
I was flummoxed.
Always am.
Said nothing.
Not "Why's that?"
Not "Fuck off, you."
[#]covid #maga
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Pensive, grumpy, yawny, posed perfectly.
[#]Caturday
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At the end, the cemetery workers move aside the tent and bring over a yellow tractor with a backhoe, straps below the bucket to lift the casket and carry it to the grave.
The left back tire of the neglected tractor is completely flat, and it drives along slowly, tire flopping loosely. The casket swings back and forth precariously.
Down into the grave, the body of my mother goes, by her parents and brother.
I look around at everything. I will not return again.
Nodding.
[#]memory #loss #grief
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I listen and try to imagine what seminary taught this person, trained her to say with determination that my mother was such a good woman, and a loyal servant, and the path of her life was a victory to celebrate.
I imagine my mother drinking a Pepsi with Jesus, who sits on an enormous throne, wreathed with blinding light.
Snap back.
The preacher asks if the children would like to say a few words. When my turn comes, I do not.
I stay silent.
The nodding donkey nods.
[#]memory #loss #grief
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Nearby field over low sandstone wall, a nodding donkey raises and lowers its head endlessly sucking the last dregs of oil.
The sad day, the loss, the punctuation that ends a sentence, a silence to sit with.
In the cemetery, dry grass, rows of tombstones, fresh grave open, unwelcoming sky.
A shade structure with family. Nicely-dressed, we sit in uncomfortable folding chairs before my mother's casket.
A hired preacher stands, wild eyes and a bit manic, begins to talk.
[#]memory #loss #grief
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Furble is uncertain.
[#]Caturday
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Spouse: "For their digestion, give each cat one teaspoon of canned pumpkin in their wet food. Hopefully this will help settle their upset bellies!"
Me: "Okey."
Scoop-scoop.
Excited cats: "The Pumpkin Spice cat food is back!"
[#]Caturday #pumpkinspice
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The place before words.
Or after.
He lives there.
[#]Caturday
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Just short of 4 decades ago, in San Francisco with no place to stay.
Drizzle coming down.
Stealing a plastic painter's sheet off the sidewalk, using it to make a simple tube shelter, up in the eucalyptus forest.
In the Interior Greenbelt at the top of Stanyon, just hoping to escape notice, not get us rousted or busted.
It rained all night and into the next day.
Watching raindrops splat and then slide down the plastic sheet.
Hunger.
[#]memory #homeless #sfba
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Hunker tab, "Forloop", between his elder-tort sisters, chilling in a bit of AI neverwhere.
[#]catsofmastodon #Caturday
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