I went out for an easy 5K run on Saturday morning. It was pleasant, temperature-wise, if a bit muggy. The sidewalks were empty, the roads were generally quiet and I shuffled along at my own slow pace. Just the way it should be done!
I did see one friend.
If that’s not close enough for you, here’s a better version. Same deer. Same spot. Only got antsy if you made direct eye contact. I was probably about six feet away and it was just my eyes that were bothersome.
My eyes are a pair of my better attributes, too. What does that deer know, anyway?
Soon after, I ran into my lovely bride, who had been off on an early morning bike ride. We did not plan this.
Sometimes we plan things like this, but not in this instance.
Time to check in with the kitties! I know, I know, it’s perhaps your favorite weekly feature.
Here’s Poseidon, who one recent evening took a passing interest to the television. Usually they don’t acknowledge it at all. Poseidon, if anything, is more interested when it is off because he can better catch his reflection on the screen, which is always a dangerous concern, since he must go fight the reflection. But every now and again he jumps up on the little table and marches around the screen, or notices some movement that intrigues him.
This time, he was a space cat.
And he’s got some concerns about how this mission is going.
This crew has a problem.
Phoebe is ready to change the channel.
And here she is, later, up on a little ledge where she does not belong. She seems to be saying, “Can you blame me, really?”
“Really?”
She does not belong on the ledge, and she doesn’t care. There, at least, she is removed from Poseidon’s dramatic cinema recreations. (There’s lots of cat emoting involved, usually.)
