Another late afternoon stroll and yet again the spirits and faeries cast the stones:
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So what will it be today? Valkyries? Random acts of violins? Spoiled Camembert?
Oh! This guy:
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He really tries to wave whenever he sees me go by but you know how it is, you're just resting in your bear skin on the cool porch after a long day of hunny chasing and bee slapping and the last thing you want is to be encouraging the attentions of someone brandishing a pail of bent, modestly aerodynamic fish. You just want a clothing-optional cool breeze before settling for Honey-Nut Cheerios for dindins.
Head bob and I move on about my day. Cat count for the walk: 4. Pretty good, bumper crop! They're too appreciative of the cooler weather to care about some stray photon reflections being vacuumed up by the mild annoyance walking by looking like they're creepin' on the neighbors.
Suuure, you were looking for cats
... I'll let you off with a warning but maybe you should drive next time. This is SoCal, walking is for outta-towners.