Saturday, December 29, 2012
when i returned home to alameda the other evening, i was welcomed by the two slutty cats who live a block away. the other one (very bushy calico) was rolling on the ground as i approached, but s/he ran off when grey-white took over the flopping about. they have both followed me a block before. but they're plump and trusting and always on the same block, so i assume they're doing ok at their house. it's not like pinky leon would accept them anyway, if, say, they were to follow me all the way home.