My calendar indicates that today is International Cat Day, a day to celebrate those fuzzy little predators that first cozied up to us humans when we developed agriculture, and built mills and granaries. At first, the relationship was probably viewed as commensalism, but humans are almost as smart as cats, so they recognized that those fuzzy guests were doing a good job fighting the foes of the farmers. Our barn cats and bodega cats continue this grand tradition of mousing, which brings us to my precious Ginger.
As will be typical of weekends through October, I began my workday at 4PM at one site, helping the day shift close up shop after a day's visitation (three cohorts of prepaid visitors, 10-12, 12-2, 2-4, strictly outdoors except for the bathrooms). It's a bit of running around, but nothing too arduous- then I drive to my principal site to work until midnight. My first order of business is to feed Ginger, then we go on a tour of the facilities. The rest of the afternoon is, well...
Life is tough! For the occasion of International Cat Day, I bought Ginger a can of fancy cat food, and spent a good amount of time brushing her, bribing her with treats to stay still long enough to remove a decent amount of hair. She doesn't look all that impressed, though:
That's what I get for making her work on an international holiday.