Who Are You...

..and What Are You Doing in MY Cottage? says Yuki, my brother's rescue cat..who went from his humble beginnings as an "unhoused" cat wandering the streets to dividing his time between his condo in Toronto and his abode in cottage country...with his own private dock upon which to lounge (extra). Might he be getting a bit snooty? At first glance, yes, but once he warmed up to me, we were pals. Turns out that he is not snooty ..just discerning; he knows a good thing when he sees it ...and, fortunately for me, he figured out pretty quickly that I was worthy of his attention. 

I had not seen Yuki since his "adoption" so I took the opportunity to get to know him better while my daughter and SIL struggled to find the cause of my brother's woes with his boat - the boat that hates to start ..and when really in a snit, just refuses to do so. The answer to why was not all that easy to determine, so once they did get it started, they drove it into the marina to have an actual mechanic look at it...which will be sometime this week. So, in the meantime, my brother is boat-less on an island...a situation with which I am quite familiar ..and which sometimes gives me pause..hmmm.. like, in an emergency?  At least he has a jet ski .. but it also has battery issues, so until he gets his boat back, my daughter and SIL will provide taxi service....

PS:  I could not resist posting Yuki's startled response to the White House briefing... like "You must be kidding..You are STILL calling it just a "bad night"? If cats could roll their eyes, I know he would have....(It appears that Yuki is quite a smart fellow )