Our big spring break news is that we got a cat. Beaumont, Beau, comes from the Berkeley Humane Society which is a very nice facility by the way. We brought him home on Wednesday and he is still in hiding.
Beau is my first cat. We briefly fostered a kitten named Bruno a few years ago. Bruno was a menace. I don’t understand why anyone would keep a kitten, but even though Bruno was a little monster, I could see why people would enjoy an adult cat. So, I eventually got C.J. to relent and let me get an adult orange tabby. After spending time with him we could tell that Beau is clearly a lap junky, which is what we want, and the Berkeley shelter was having a half off sale on adult cats since kitten season is coming up and they need all the room they can get so we got him. They told us that Beau did know his name so we kept it, but we did change it from Bo to Beau. I mean, come on. “Bo”? Seriously? Not in my house. For a while I considered calling him Rimbaud after the French poet whose Season in Hell is excellent, but C.J. didn’t want to spend his time explaining the difference between Rimbaud and Rambo to everyone he we know. So we went with Beaumont.
Beau’s going to be an indoor cat who will live on the main floor of our house. The downstairs just has too many places for a cat to hide and C.J. does not want him getting into his Victorian room. C.J. has turned the downstairs bedroom into a Victorian fantasy. He figures he probably will never live in a Victorian house but he can do up one of our rooms in full, over-the-top Victorian splendor. There’s lots of expensive furniture in the Victorian room that he does not want a cat to scratch.
So after Beau spent seven or eight hours sitting in the open box just like you see above, C.J. tipped the box over sending him racing under my reading chair where he has remained ever since.
He is coming out to eat and to use the litter box and last night I caught him using the little scratching post I bought, but he does all this under the cover of darkness. The rest of the day, he’s in hiding. I’m told he’ll probably come out in a week or so.
But so far having a cat is a lot like not having a cat.
In Bookish News…..
BBC 4 is currently celebrating the life and work of Ursula K. LeGuin. They’ve got a biography of her and the first two episodes of a drama based on The Left Hand of Darkness available on their website. You can’t download them which is annoying, but BBC 4 radio dramas are always fun. You can listen on-line. They plan on doing the Earthsea books as well.
This is just the sort of the that NPR should be doing, in my opinion. Why is British radio celebrating one of the last remaining science fiction greats of her generation while American radio does nothing special as far as I know. Still not pledging any money to NPR no matter how cool the tote bags are.
That’s it for today. Happy reading.