Yesterday was Jordi’s 7th birthday. We got him about six weeks after he was born, and the picture shows what he looked like then. Just a tiny, cute little thing. Now he’s about 16 pounds, and a bit bigger than in picture in the blog header (where he’s obsuring most of my face, which is for the better).
Jordi got to spend a lot of time outside yesterday–clear outside, in the grass, where all of his senses come alive (and hapless mice meet the afterlife). He ate some of the special treats he considers so delicious. He took a ride when we went to get our Sunday night pizza (he loves jumping into the back window on the way to the pizza place, and then nestling into Pam’s arms in the front seat on the way home). He got plenty of attention, and didn’t have a clue why.
Jordi is named after Geordi, on Star Trek. Jordi Picard Dennie–that’s his full name. We got him from a family in Kendalville who had a litter of kittens to give away. They told us Jordi was a long-haired female, which is what we said we wanted. Turns out he’s a short-haired male. But we never considered returning him.
Pam and I are severely afflicted with the Couples with Cats And No Kids Dimentia.
Most recently, I discovered Philip Kerr’s “Berlin Noir” series, three books set in Berlin circa WW2. He’s a more contemporary writer, so there was some language and other stuff. But it’s still a period book in the same genre. Last night I finished the first book in the series, “March Violets,” which occurs in 1936 at the time of the Berlin Olympics. The plot is a nothing-special murder mystery, but it’s set in the context of Hitler’s consolidation of power. You see people disappear, you see concentration camps arise, you see Jews and others persecuted, and you catch the mood of a city and of a country which is still unsure of what exactly is happening. So while this murder investigation unfolds, a huge drama is occurring all around you. Fascinating stuff. I’m looking forward to the next two books.
