Apparently my camera is irretrievably broken, and local repair is impossible because Sony doesn't sell replacement parts for it. So I'll have to send it in to their authorized service center at a (minimum) cost of $400 and God only knows how many weeks of waiting. In the meantime I guess I'll haul my old Lumix out of mothballs, but until I do that you'll have to be satisfied with archival pictures of the cats.
In this one, which isn't actually all that old, Hilbert is yawning so wide you could almost do dental work on the photo. He must have been quite the exhausted cat while I was taking these pictures.
"I am lion, hear me roar!"
Sorry about your camera, Kevin.
Perchance, not long ago I was thinking about the demise of good camera sales and service stores and TV repair places and other small specialty businesses.
With rare exception, every good camera shop had a guy who could get the parts to fix any camera, and knew how to make the repairs. And every TV repair shop was huge because they made it their business to carry every tube for every TV made in the preceding ten years or so. And these shops, too, always had a guy who would go to your home and could fix any TV.
They're all gone, replaced by easy Amazon ordering of replacement cameras and TVs and other stuff. But (yeah, I probably sound like a silly old fogey) I miss the good service we used to take for granted.
I miss being able to fix this stuff on my own.
This is why I ride a bicycle. It's got parts I can figure out.
What a set of chompers! He’s the same color scheme as one of my cats…
I caught myself yawning right back at it.
Interesting that he has a heart shaped tongue. Do all cats have heart shaped tongues?
Just toss the treat into the target and win the prize of purring.
Exhausted? Maybe. More likely, showing his boredom with that Man Aiming Camera. Really nice teeth, especially for a seven year old!
$400 minimum! How long have you had this thing? Seems like yesterday I read you kvelling about it. But time goes so fast nowadays. Anyway, a high-quality piece of gear just should not be a throwaway.
I just happen to be fluent in feline yawns. Hilbert's message is simple and clear:
"Oh, Kevin, you and your camera are soooo boring. Always sticking it in my face. Someday, when you aren't looking, I'm going to break it...irretrievably. "
That's not a yawn, that's maw exercise. Beware!
“Hey Kev! Old buddy! C’mon over and let’s see how much of your hand fits in my mouth. Be sure not to use the hand that dispenses treats.”
Need some nom time!
Try as he might, Hilbert never could let out a roar…