This morning my cat was stiff as cardboard. He’d died overnight. It was not much of a surprise, as he has refused to eat for 26 days. He basically died of AIDS, the feline variety (FIV [1]). So I’ve been a bit distracted for about a month, and now the sword has fallen.
I posted a short photo essay of his short life here [2], if you are curious.
Then I read today’s XKCD:
[3]So I’ve outlived several cats, and kids born after too many recent events that I experienced are old enough to bring them to mind. I’ve lived on the same block for as long as it took me to go from birth to two college degrees. I predate manned space flight and weather satellites. My first record player had both 16 and 78, as well as 33 and 45. I have changed tubes in my radio. 1984 still feels like it should be the future. I celebrated the American bicentennial. I still have a Vote McGovern button from just after my parents got their citizenships.
No real point, today.
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