About a week and a half ago, one of my cats had kittens. Isis had two of them – one calico and the other black and white. We named the calico one Osirus, and the black and white one is tentatively named Horus. If it turns out to be female, it will be renamed either Athena or Andromeda.
It’s been a crazy week and a half since half of my cats came down with upper respiratory infections at about the same time the kittens were born, so forcing antibiotics and keeping them away from the babies has been tricky. Fortunately, the kittens parents (Hercules and Isis) seem to have recovered, but now Osiris is sneezing so I have to keep an eye on her.
Hercules is in the cat bed with Osirus, while Isis is on the floor with Horus
Here’s the whole family relaxing together in the closet. So far the kittens have opened their eyes and are trying to wander out of the cat bed – both things that they shouldn’t be able to do yet, since they aren’t even two weeks old! They’re going to be trouble. I’ve been making sure to spend some time holding and petting them every day so that they grow used to being around people. I want them to be lap cats.
We’re planning on moving the kittens into either a box or the bedroom later on this week, since there are too many places for them to get stuck in the rest of the apartment.
But enough about my many cats…
On our way to Randolph on Saturday, my husband and I came upon this really cool car – according to the antique number plates and chrome logo on the side, it’s a 1958 Chevy Avalanche. According to my dad, that’s a precursor to today’s SUV’s. The flame paint job was all custom, as was the exhaust system. It’s pretty cool, isn’t it?
I spent most of my Labor Day weekend getting up early and hauling my half-asleep self to Cleveland for the yearly air show. Why? Well, to make a long story short, my dad built a 1/14th scale replica of a plane owned by the FAA. It’s a DC-3 called the N34. He displayed the plane next to theirs (the big one) all weekend, and I was a member of his “ground crew.” It mostly involved spending half of my time wandering around the air show taking in the sights, and the other half trying to stay out of the sun by sitting underneath a tail strut.
My dad (in the white shirt) with the FAA N34 crew.
It was a blast! I love the sound of a jet engine and watching airplanes buzz through downtown Cleveland at close to the speed of sound is thrilling. The only downside was the cost of food and drinks, but I got around that by bringing my own bottles of water and only allowing myself one $7 funnel cake. And a burger, some french fries and a few hotdogs. Oops. There went my budget.
The first day wasn’t the best – there were 30mph wind gusts and enough rain to make it seem like a monsoon. We toughed it out by hiding inside the full-size DC-3 and chatting the N34 crew. Although we never figured out what the deck angle is.
Unlike classic cars, planes don’t have personal number plates with the years they were built – so, for the record, this plane was built in the 1940′s.
Thankfully the next few days were better, and there was constant stream of vistors to check out both planes. My dad was even ambushed by Charlie Airshow for a quick interview.
It was a great holiday weekend, but I think I’m airshow-ed out for a few years. That is, unless they have something I’ve never seen before planned for next year.