Thursday, September 10, 2020

It's Always Good to Hide . . .

. . . when the 'Pocalypse comes.


This was our living room yesterday morning about 10:30 a.m. It really never got any lighter. Today is better, but still not what the Human and I would call 'normal.'


12 comments:

  1. That's sure awful and awfully scary when the fires go raging on Spitty.

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  2. I pray you and your human stay safe. XO

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  3. I feel like we are near to nuclear winter. Awful. In this time soup of Covid now the sky is red and the same color all day. UgH. Xoxo. 'Did King Spitty actually find Pandoras box and not tell anyone?"

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  4. Our day was awful too. I hope Friday is better.

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  5. I take it that this is smoke haze from the bushfires in California, Spitty? Horrible. I feel for you. Stay safe.

    Megan
    Sydney, Australia

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  6. It looks awful, and the air quality must be appalling. How far are you from the fires?
    In answer to your question. Eric used to sleep on my head, then shuffle himself around until he got all of my pillow. That was when I would use him as a pillow. He didn't mind as long as I didn't make him move.

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  7. Looks so strange for you Spitty. Hope things improve soonest.

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  8. i know, it iz furry apocalyptic here too. munday wuz owr worst day, at 2 pm it wuz like 9pm, now it iz just high smoke and no sunshine fur daze.

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  9. We've seen some crazy photos of the Golden Gate Bridge being shrouded in smoke.
    Take care, friends!

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  10. We are sending you, Mom and everyone purrs Spitty. Such a sad thing

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  11. WOW......it looks very weird outside. I'm happy you and your Human are inside and not breathing that smoke!!

    Hugs, Teddy

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  12. dood....we iz sorree....little good it doez ta say that but we iz....we kind lee ask de
    good Lord ta STOP de firesz, bring sum rainz and safe keep everee one out thata way...
    ♥♥♥♥♥

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