Blood Moon: the cat's first lunar eclipse, March 2025

Walking home from checking out Caveman and the Banshee at the Biltmore, I took a couple of snaps of the moon. It didn't look at all red, but was there a faint sliver missing from the top right? Of course it did not show in the photos that I took, but the sky looked pretty cool, regardless. 

I joined my wife for the second half of The China Syndrome, the superb 1970s nuclear disaster film that, along with Missing and Save the Tiger, marked a terrific run of serious mid-career films from Jack Lemmon,  along with Missing and Save the Tiger. I first saw this film first run in a movie theatre, I guess at age 11, and have seen it twice since. Erika had forgotten that I had shown it to her before (at least until the scene where they showed the inside of the control room); but I was pleased to see that she kept it on after we interacted about it via text -- it was still playing when I got in. (Sorry, Bob Log III, but I had had a full meal with Caveman and the Banshee, was tired from work, and preferred the idea of being home with my wife to seein' you!). 

More to come on Caveman and the Banshee, methinks. But Bob, you sure had some cool street art up outside the Biltmore! Way to do a tag! 

But that was awhile ago -- let's get back to the Blood Moon: having finished the film, my wife went to bed -- she's not feeling that hot -- while I stayed up to look at my photos of the band and look over my notes, when I noticed, hey, the moon was now like a sliver in the sky, with a definite red hue. I tried to photograph it from the window, but cell phone cameras and moons are seldom friendly -- you could see the red hue, but that was about it.  

Flash forward half an hour: with my wife now sleeping and a volley of email interview questions sent off to Caveman and the Banshee, I started to put on my shoes, the better to see the moon, without having to lean out an open window whilst cock-blocking the cat from trying to leap out (he loves open things). But Nicholas -- who is a very carrier-friendly guy -- sensing that I was about to go outside, actually walked over and got in his kennel, as if to say, "Take me with you?" So I did. I tucked in his tail, closed the door behind him, and hefted all fifteen pounds (14.5 pounds of him, plus the kennel) down the stairs to sit on the curb and contemplate the night sky from safety. 

He was more interested in sniffing in a downwards direction, to be honest. I'm not sure he could tell that the moon was different -- I tried pointing it out to him, tilting the camera upwards, but he doesn't really have much interest in human language. Still, I posed with him for a couple of pictures.

Then I carried him upstairs, my arm starting to feel his weight, and sat down to write this. Midway through, he reminded me that I hadn't given him his nightly can of wet food (Fancy Feast chicken florentine, mixed with a bit of warm water, to make it easier for him to lap up; he likes it wet!).

The moon is no longer visible from my window, but I got the idea. This might have been my first Blood Moon, as well as Nicholas'. 

But the bed is calling to me. Hope you had your own cool moon experiences.  G'night.