We went down to the Navy Yards yesterday and fed the feral cats. Our favorite was a large Tabby the size of a small mountain lion. A large orange cat sneaked through a hole in the fencing and made like he wanted to come home with us.
I tried to convince Chelsea to climb the fence with me but she refused. I’m not sure it was a genuine offer anyway.
Later, we bought a bottle of champagne from Diego and walked to Fort Greene Park to enjoy the sunshine. Unlike the poor slobs forced to lay on the ground, we took the sun as we swung in our hammock.
I reminded Chelsea that this was one of only 52 Saturdays in the year.