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If I get up from my observing seat, my cat will jump up onto it and keep it warm for me. If I use the Dob, she'll curl up in the rocker box. Otherwise she'll be prowling around the shed hunting for mice.
The blasted dog, Canis Major, is not in my good books at all at the moment.
The other night, after a spending a lengthy time setting up the scope and getting it perfectly aligned and tracking superbly, he came blundering between the mount and lappy, a pulled out the lead attached to the mount. Everything ground to a halt. I was only 5 images into the session.
I was not impressed. It was 10 minutes before I could say anything but the F word.
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