Moonshadow, yes, the families of the two lads thanked the New Zealand and Montréal police for their diligence, and everyone for their concern. It must be utterly horrible to lose a young adult child, even though he (or she) was doing his favourite thing. They were both students in industrial design at Université de Montréal, and worked part-time in outfitting shops.
Of course we are known for our cold winters, but it has been very muggy here of late. My 19-year-old black tomcat, Renzo, seems to be holding up all right and drinking lots of water. He was down in the garden last night (he doesn’t stray any farther, poor old guy) and dutifully regurgitated a bit of grass and liquid, as cats seem to want to do for their digestion. Not hard to clean up. I told Renzo the sad story of Cecil (in Canada, such wealthy “trophy hunters” kill cougars, the largest cat around here – mostly in Alberta. They also kill bear, and of course cervids, though the latter are at least in theory eaten. An uncle who had been a bush pilot told me about the canned hunts for polar bears and caribou, contracted by extremely wealthy people (usually from the US, sometimes from Europe). Usually an Indigenous guide (Amerindian or Inuit) would do all the actual work of quartering and butchering the beast, and rich tourists shooting large mammals from the air in the canned hunts really isn’t “hunting” in the traditional sense, which required skill and was perillous for the hunter as well as the prey.
ECB, I’m glad that you and Mr ECB had such a pleasant anniversary dinner and hope for a happy year. I discovered I do have some frozen lasagne in the freezer: spinach of course, I think also mushrooms, as that is what I usually make. I won’t eat it tonight as it is too hot, but they are predicting rain and milder temps, so I’ll enjoy it then.