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Photo Friday: I smell a Cat


Frankie took his time yesterday smelling this storm drain.

I assume it is because there is a feral cat that seems to regularly use the stormwater sewers as a way to get around without being seen. A larger storm drain closer to our house has a metal grate over it and I have seen the cat through the grate on our walks at least twice, maybe more.

Fun with AI


I was playing around this morning and uploaded a photo of Chris and me to ChatGPT.

Cat Chris and Chuck profile photo

I typed, “Can you recreate this image as a formal portrait painting in high resolution?”

It gave me this, although it ignored the high-resolution part.

I then said, “Now, recreate the uploaded photo as a 18th century formal painting,” and got this.

It then said:

If you’d like, I can also:

🎨 Turn it into other historical styles (e.g., Renaissance, Victorian, Impressionist, or Baroque)
🖼️ Create a museum-style framed version
📜 Make it look like an aged canvas hanging in a palace gallery
🐱 Or even create a matching portrait of just the cat (which could be fun if that’s Frankie!)

I said, “Yes, create a museum-style framed version.” I then told it that was me and Chris and mentioned when Chris died.

I wasn’t happy with my hair, so I asked to have it combed neater.

I then asked it to remove the picture from the wall and crop it so the entire frame was visible, but it said I reached the free limit for chats with attachments. Oh, well.

Cats and Guests


We had a couple of guests over for dinner yesterday evening. Before eating we sat on the catio and had some wine and cheese. Of course, Frankie and Floki were both interested in what we were doing.

They were pretty well behaved most of the evening but after I cleared most of the dinner plates from the table, Frankie jumped on it. He seemed interested in getting pets from our two guests and had to maneuver around wine glasses to do it. I watched from the kitchen and laughed as Rose attempted to get Frankie off the table, first by yelling at him, which he ignored, and then by trying to move him physically, which he resisted with all his strength.

In the end, Frankie came out on top in the “who’s the boss” competition.

Photo Friday: It’s My Turn


I don’t know how it happened, but the bag we used when we went to the pool on Wednesday ended up on the coffee table on Thursday. Since it didn’t belong there, naturally a cat needed to lie on it.

I didn’t notice at the time, but the late afternoon sun is lighting Frankie’s face.

When Floki saw Frankie sleeping on the bag, he hopped up on the coffee table to wait his turn.

Shortly after I took this photo, Floki had enough of waiting and started a scuffle.