welcome
there's really nothing like a breezy fall day - and if the winds approach gale force, then it's all for the better...
I was at the union sq. dog run with my brother peter (and, of course, my dog gir) I once again noticed that my dog is actually a cat (she sat in the middle of the empty dog run and began to preen... we found it necessary to chase her - which is considerably less fun when you've just finished a bottle of knob creek) - but I digress...
anyway, my mind wandered (probably from the breathless running) - did you ever wonder what a 'cat run' would be like? piles of cats lounging about like tribbles in a massive sandbox - the smell would be something similar to walking past an american cyanamid plant (which, if you haven't done... you probably don't want to - I used to live near one and I'd rather eat lead paint chips from a dirty urinal than... oh - sorry, I should stay on topic)
so, speaking of cats - we haven't been to the Blind Tiger Ale House since the abortive attempt at PN#354 (and we haven't actually imbibed there since PN#280) - it's about time we tried again