June 17th, 2008


Fallen falcon

I shouldn't get all sentimental about a bird, especially a wild bird, but the San Jose City Hall peregrine falcons are birds we're all emotionally involved with. I've watched them grow up, very literally, on the nest webcam. So one of them apparently hit a building and died, Monday. Fiesty little Cielo, who chewed up the thumbs of the guy who banded her. I know that most young raptors don't survive their first year, but damn, I'd gotten to know this one. I was almost as upset over the news as I was over death of the 6th-grader who was struck by a car and killed, two blocks from the house, the other day.
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Circe has rejoined the world

After months of turning into Ghost Cat, after the back-to-back incidents of the Visit to the Vet, the Evil Bag Monster, and Andrew Moves In--How Could You?, Circe has fully forgiven me and rejoined the world.

It started small, with her walking into the living room and staring at me, a month or so back. Then she finally deigned to be petted. Finally, she has started coming into the living room and demanding to be brushed again, mrowing and arcing her back, before going up to "the petting place" on top of the TV cabinet. She even chin-rubbed me and purred while getting brushed, this weekend. Last night, she slept next to me on the bed. (Andrew was at his folks' place). I think she's decided I'm okay again. It's taken six months. Cats are funny that way.
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