Remember when you used to be able to find a roll of film lying around, with no idea what pictures it might contain. Yup. Me too. I got to revisit those days. I dug out my Contax 139 Quartz SLR camera (Google It if you are under twenty). I wanted to take some close-up pictures of the birds on my feeder and my digital camera doesn't have a big enough zoom.
Hey, check it out. There's a roll of film inside. Costco develops film.
Sadness at the subject of the pictures. Happiness at what nice pictures they are. Here are the best of the bunch.
We adopted Buster when he was about three years old. He had been an outdoor cat (Really? An outdoor Himalayan Persian? Who thinks that is a good idea?), and was not very socialized, in addition to being covered in serious knots. We spent about eight hours cutting out the knots (didn't help with the socialization) but then, over the next couple years he really mellowed out and became a very cool cat. He was a flame point Himalayan and he developed a wasting disease (probably developed while he was roaming the woods of Bellingham). We couldn't figure out what it was or how to treat it and eventually he was wasting away so badly that we had to have him put to sleep. I cried and T. couldn't go with me as she was too upset.
T got Simone as a kitten in Iowa. When T and I met Simone was staying with friends in Iowa while T got settled in California. When Simone and I first met T flew to Iowa and brought her back to California to live with us. She was a wonderful cat. Very social, wanted to be on your lap at all times, slept on your feet so you couldn't roll over in the night. She was a seal point Himalayan and made me fall in love with the Himalayan Persian breed.
Simone went into a coma at age fifteen and I had her put to sleep. I cried again.
Dark glasses help when you visit the vet in these situations.
Both cats are buried in my garden. I miss them both.
Cho Oyu is a blue point Himalayan and was not born when these pictures were taken. She is happily living in my home and will be two years old in about three months. Maybe someday I'll find a roll of undeveloped film and blog about how wonderful she was.
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