Two high-rez photos of the Convair XB-46 have been added to the APR Extras Dropbox folder for 2020-07. This folder should be available to all $4 and up APR Patrons and Monthly Historical Documents program subscribers, both available HERE.
Sure. Why not.
And for good measure, here are Speedbump and Buttons sacked out on a couch.
Banshee looks ready to see what Dick Jones and Bob Morton have to demonstrate today…
But as it turns out, she’s unimpressed.
Cats know more than they tend to let on. Part of that is that they ignore you when they feel like it; often they make you think that they don;t know their own names. But sometimes the facade slips. There is one word in this house that reliably brings the cats running, from rooms away and from deep sleep: “treats.” More so even than “food,” “treats” is a word that the cats have come to know and lose their little minds over.
Banshee learned it quickly, and will always put in an appearance if the word is uttered. Below is a photo of her popping out of a deep sleep after an utterance of “treats.” But even though she’s excited for the treats, she still looks judgey as hell.
For about two days a month ago, a tree near here bloomed.
He seems *almost* back to normal. I think the only major thing left is that he’s perpetually hungry, a result of him concluding that he doesn’t like his new food. Given that he needs to lose some weight anyway, I guess this is a problem with a silver lining.
Buttons and Speedbump plotting world domination.
The sky: damned photogenic. The parking lot: meh.
Oh, well. I did my best, damnit.
Last year I moved from the Utah desert to somewhere rather damper. As a consequence, my cats have an all-new environment to look out upon… including all-new critters. Squirrels confuse the frak out of my cats, since they’ve never seen them before.
At first…
And then…
BUT THEN…….
And at last:
Cats may seem antisocial, but they really do tend to form bonds.
A cell phone photo from a couple weeks ago.
Nope, I ain’t dead yet. Yet.