Relaxing after a wonderful salad, haddock and snow peas dinner with strawberries for dessert. I'm a quarter of the way through this bowl of Wilke Wall Street w/o perique in a year 1987 ebony full bend Peterson Mark Twain military mount egg with a silver cap and tapered black vulcanite p-lip stem. Community Coffee, neat, is my drink. Daisy the Feral Princess wasn't hungry, but Tomato the Brave was. He ate plenty, and then came over to me licking his chops, and gave me a happy "meow". After a little head scratching, he settled down, and is snoozin' by my feet. I put Harry the Hairy outside because as soon as Tomato walked in, Harry started to follow him. Maybe he wanted to play, maybe it was the territorial thing, or maybe he thought he'd get wet food like Tomato did. Just didn't want to take any chances. Harry will be back in before long.
