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one of the blue jeans climbing feral kittens who may be staying permanently with me – still negotiating with the dog about this roster change
Sugarfoot got her name from her two right light coloured paws, her sister calico, Cadbury, is darker overall and has some light coloured toes on her back left leg.
my best friend, mr. dog…… we have had a lot of east and southeast winds and since we are on the east end of Georgian Bay, which is in turn the east end of Lake Huron, we have seen lower water than usual of late.
the lighter rocks behind him are usually under water….
my neighbour thinks something is going on – he refers to it as the big faucet question – and someone is draining the lake
US ARMY CORPS OF ENGINEERS? probably not.
I am part way through rereading this exceptional trilogy set in World War One. I have read Regeneration and am just started The Eye in the Door. For those who have not read these three novels (The Ghost Road, winner of the 1995 Booker Prize, is the final novel), you should. Regeneration begins with the Declaration that the war must stop – made by Siegfried Sassoon, decorated army officer and poet and his treatment for psychological damage from his time in combat. Dr. Rivers, like Sassoon a real-life figure, is another central character, who struggles with the Army and its attitudes, the difficulty of treatment, the moral question of treating men in order to help them and then to send them back in many cases to combat. Barker’s style is lean, effective, emotion-based. I am glad I hung on to my copies of her three novels and that I am now re-reading them. One detail that has always stuck in my brain, the yellow complexions of the young and old women working in the munitions plants. I suppose it has something to do with the memory of my mother telling me that she worked in a munitions plant in Montreal making 20mm shells during the Second World War.
It’s official, the kittens dont mind their toys, but what they really want are my shoelaces. When I enter their “compound” shoelace attacks begin and continue only interrrupted by some climbing up of my jeans.
So it may be time for slip ons, velcro, rubber boots as I deal with the five feral kittens who I am foster homing this month.