Made two single-serving friends this morning. The best kinds, too: a kid and a cat.
The cat is a little grey cutie who apparently hangs out in the alley behind our house. I spent a few minutes chatting with him so I could get close enough to see if he had a collar (he did), and got myself ferociously nuzzled.
Peg assures me she sees him out there all the time and he seems pretty well-fed, so I wished him a great day, petted him some more, and left him to his Shed Adventures as he disappeared.
The kid was on the 44 bus to Ballard. She saw a Large Woofer out the window, and spent the rest of the bus ride insisting, quite loudly and repetitively, "DOH DOGGO DE DAH DAH!" Easily 150 times by the time we got there.
On a worse day, with fewer spoons, she might have annoyed the hell out of me. But today I'm fairly chipper, so I just nodded approvingly at her observations from the back of the bus, receiving her as the anarcho-monarchist champion everyone on that bus needed to hear.
