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Another scorcher today. Buddy Cat enjoyed the ice cubes I slipped into his water dish. I've never understood why something that is forced to wear a fur coat year round refuses to stay indoors where it's cooler. Cats. Go figure.
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag
2 comments:
Our cats freak out when I put ice cubes in their water dish, but they always have to check it out! :-)
I feel bad for our cats, but the heat doesn't seem to faze them. I can only imagine how it would feel to be out in this heat wearing a fur coat and not being able to take it off :( Jessie cat kills me. She loves to be on the front porch in the afternoon where it's the hottest. I guess it feels good to her old bones.
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