A Wrap Up: The Cats of Summer

Though it remains sultry in this second-story apartment, it is September now and soon Autumn’s golden-soaked frosty mornings, spooky scary trees and flannel jackets shall be upon us. It is with great anticipation that I look forward to this– I run hot, you know, and I am simply not built for climates as warm as Pennsylvania, even. (My initial motivation for the Maine Mom thing.)

We are sitting here wearing just enough bed-clothes to be considered decent by society’s standards. Olive is spread across the cool tile table, letting not one of her three limbs touch the others– her fur coat does her no favors here. Though the romance of summer is fading for me, as it seasonally does, I had a fondness for it still– those three-in-the-bid nights at Sarah’s with the Brooklyn streetlights and little fan whirring all night, the immense cicada sound cloud in Evan’s forest, driving, sweating, all the windows down, getting a funny shorts sunburn, screaming along to the radio, emptying my buzzing brain, the endless spread of cornfields, the green-topped mountains in the distance, a sweltering sky.

And then there are those cats I saw along the way.

Day of the Puff'n Corn Plague. Huntingdon, PA

Day of the Puff’n Corn Plague. June, Huntingdon, PA

Round Cat, Cally, One-Eyed Reilly rules the roost. White Haven, PA

Round Cat, Cally, One-Eyed Reilly rules the roost. July, White Haven, PA

Cally gets personal. White Haven, PA

Cally gets personal during our poison ivy epidemic. July, White Haven, PA

Scenes from catsitting. Huntingdon, PA

Scenes from catsitting. August, Huntingdon, PA

This gato, that gato. Huntingdon, PA

This gato, that gato. August, Huntingdon, PA

Sultry porch cat. Huntingdon, PA

Sultry porch cat. August, Huntingdon, PA

One time Cooper and I were sitting with ClauClau perched behind. Williamsburg, PA

One time Cooper and I were sitting with ClauClau perched behind. August, Williamsburg, PA

Steps cat. Huntingdon, PA

Steps cat plays dead. August, Huntingdon, PA

Every day I miss this porch. Huntingdon, PA

Every day I miss this porch. August, Huntingdon, PA

Wants in. Huntingdon, PA

Wants in. August, Huntingdon, PA

This kitty doesn't want me to watch as much Law & Order as I do. Huntingdon, PA

This kitty doesn’t want me to watch as much Law & Order as I do. August, Huntingdon, PA

Kitten and I stretch together. Huntingdon, PA

Kitten and I stretch together. August, Huntingdon, PA

Young William comes to play with borrowed gatos. Huntingdon, PA

Young William comes to play with borrowed gatos. August, Huntingdon, PA

KissKiss. Huntingdon, PA

KissKiss. August, Huntingdon, PA

On the big city patio with the kitty who comes at night. Brooklyn, NY

On the big city patio with the kitty who comes at night. August, Brooklyn, NY

Roy feet and Parker Shea-Wright. Brooklyn, NY

Roy feet and Parker Shea-Wright. August, Brooklyn, NY

Parker, social butterfly. Brooklyn, NY

Parker, social butterfly. August, Brooklyn, NY

 

With love, sweat, kisses.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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