I’m sorry, purrsons, I’ve been terribly busy working – such is a freelancer’s life, too much or too little work.
I don’t have a camera now; a friend took some LOVELY photos of the tiny black beauty Livia, but I can’t seem to find them. I’m working on a loaner computer, but the cloud isn’t actually IN the computer, it is in my e-mails, and I certainly wouldn’t have deleted Livia pics. Working on it.
I’m working on an Indigenous cultural festival, to celebrate the 10th anniversary of UNDRIP, the United Nations declaration on the rights of Indigenous Peoples. There will be Amerindians and Inuit from here and elsewhere in the Americas, but also Maori and other Indigenous performers. There is a lot going on here for the 375th anniversary of Montréal and the 150th of Canadian Confederation, and Indigenous cultural groups made a case that they also warranted recognition. This area has had human presence for at least 4000 years and probably longer (yep, despite the cold – everyone couldn’t live in Mexico!)As a little archipelago of islands in a mighty river, it had great agriculture, fishery, hunting and trade routes. The two largest islands are Mtl and Laval, and there are many smaller ones.
I hope that isn’t too semi-political for this site; it is a cultural festival, not a partisan one.
Livia wants everyone to remember that she, her mother and her brother were all living in the lane behind our housing co-op. All have been adopted independently. All of them are black, though Livia’s mum is a tuxie, while Livia and her bro are entirely black. They are all small, but healthy as far as I know.
The weather turned a bit chilly last night, and Livia lived up to her rep as a cuddler and very compact warmth factory.
I remember my neighbour’s beloved Olive, dead of cancer some months ago, and my Renzo, Nadja, and other black cats back to the Theo I loved so much as a girl.
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