Day 71 of Project 365: cooking the brains

Last October, I was so worked up about bringing the cats overseas. We had done all this research and spent all this money and still I was incredibly shaky about it. Too many things could go wrong, I thought, and I couldn’t snap myself out of it. The night before the trip, I assembled the massive cat carriers and cried a little.

On our departure date, my mother-in-law transported all of us to the airport. She cranked the air-conditioning in her car up full-blast because I kept worrying about the sun cooking their little brains.

71.365: cooking the brains

Why would I ever worry?

Every single day, Zen situates herself underneath the radiator near our front door and jams her little head up underneath it. We call this “cooking the brains”. She moved right before I snapped this photo tonight, but I managed to capture her in “bug” mode, on her back. Cooking the guts, I guess.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

Posted on 2 Feb 2012 in Diary
  • Stephanie Lamphere

    I have a dog that likes to cook her eyeballs. She uses the heater vent almost daily when it is cold out, but occasionally she gets to have wood fire-roasted eyeballs instead. She has a superstitious inclination to paw at the heater vent to make it come on. Sometimes it works, so the superstition continues. Hooray for our crazy pets… (But then I think that I would do the same sort of heat-seaking tomfoolery if I was stuck at home in the cold and had absolutely no shame about someone finding me snuggled up in front of the heater vent.)

    • http://cygnoir.net cygnoir

      I know I would do the same, myself. Heh.