especially in winter.
slow, slower, and slowest. those are my top speeds. unless i'm being chased. which. you know. i'm not right now.
i'm going to really enjoy opening up each page of my san cristobal de las casas travel journal in another decade or so and unfolding all the parts. and i probably won't care how long it took me to finish.
say hi to TOM. he's been hanging around since buck took off for the sweet hereafter. buck used to do all the spraying around the outside of moss cottage environs. now TOM does it. he likes to sit outside and meow. i don't feed him. i used to scare him off, but he's very persistent. since i discovered he's not a fighter i tolerate him. wyatt & corky were scared of him, but now they just sit and stare at each him. then stare at me to see if i'm staring at him. TOM is lonely. i've started talking to him in a cat voice. but don't think for a minute that i'm going to start feeding him or letting him inside. no way!
he is kinda cute though. in a scrappy ginger cat sort of way.