Hello and welcome to the weekend, my friend!
In this umpteenth chapter of “Why, yes, I’m a crazy cat lady,” please allow me to point out 1) the marbling on Rosie’s front paw, 2) her orange patch (!) and 3) her two delicate pink toe beans.
I was able to snap this shot moments before she gently swatted my hand with her paw, which is her version of scratching my eyes out. She’s so very gentle…except when she isn’t trying to trip and murder me when I walk down the stairs…
You know how cats roll. If they aren’t about to end you, then they aren’t living their best life.
Anywho, this week was a good one. I celebrated my birthday by dipping my toes in the water at the beach (McNear’s in San Rafael, which is about 15 minutes south of here), and I officially stepped into my mid-40s wearing a pair of Air Jordans.
For my birthday meal, I wanted In-N-Out Burger, and so for the first time in months, I ate a meal that I didn’t have to cook myself.