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Bun staying out of the summer breeze through the open window by making rare use of this cat tower room that was once the fave of our dear departed Skitten.

Caught Bun’s little fuzzy face this morning next to my old Fuzzface.

We got more secure AirTag holders for the cats and changed the batteries because it’s been a year. Naturally Bun here thought she’d been subjected to war crimes. We chose AirTags because they only require this annual battery change. The range is limited (about 10m) but they will ping off any Apple devices with the “find my” app enabled - which in practice gives them endless range at least insofar as getting close enough for fine tracking. ...

I grabbed a pic of Trinket aka Bun aka Bunbun just before taking my dad’s camera back to him. It was my first ride since I recovered from a bout of COVID at the beginning of last week. I discovered there doesn’t seem to be a way to take an “easy” ride in Cape Town thanks to being in the foothills of a mountain. Still needed to change my shirt on the other end.

Boi has finished his eight weeks of isolation and is hanging out on the couch while I read Tintin. Bun’s in a sock drawer. There’s a fire.

Bun’s current top-favourite spot. We call it her tube.

Bunday morning.

The place we live in faces the rising sun. So morning coffee-time is one of the sunniest of the day. Bun likes this part of the house where she can hang out on my loudspeakers or on the windowsill and watch other cats safe from bullying.

Early morning Trinket, aka Bun. With the rolling blackouts due to our corrupt and negligent state power provider we’ve been using candles a fair bit. Bun can’t seem to learn that these lights are too spicy 🌶 for her and keeps singeing her whiskers.

Perched where she can see who goes up and down the stairs.