There was a fire a few houses down from my aunt's. One house burned to the ground, the one next to it caught fire, and the winds were blowing ash and flame further and further. Things didn't look good for the little house. The firemen came and worked like demons in hell to put the flames out. The houses are all so close-set on that block. Finally they succeeded. But then the power went out. The whole block was without air conditioning. On the worst possible day, too. It got to 115 F, and I don't care who says "yeah but it's a dry heat", it's still unbearable.
So auntie and Biscuit came to stay with me for the afternoon. I was sorry for their troubles, but what a fun houseguest! The doggers weren't happy, of course. They wouldn't behave, so I had to shut them out of the back rooms. That left Biscuit free to roam.
He spent some time climbing, exploring and getting oriented.
When he got comfortable enough to play, he became quite the rowdy rascal.
He got a little overconfident and fell, and for once, the camera clicked at just the right moment. We laughed so hard!
He dashed off. Wounded dignity, I guess. That made us laugh even harder.
A few seconds later he sauntered back in, climbed onto his mom's lap and casually draped himself there like nothing had happened. But I swear, he's sticking his tongue out at me here.
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What a character! I love the name Biscuit but usually have heard it as a dog's name. Has this caused the kitty any emotional conflict?
Posted by: srp | June 24, 2005 at 08:13 AM