On Thursday I was supposed to go hang out with one of my friends, but I guess he was busy, so I spent the day cleaning my friend Danielle’s house and playing with her cat, Trix. Trix is under a year old and not quite fixed yet, so she’s very much a kitten still. She likes things that move and bounce, and she has mood swings. (“LOVE! Pet me lots!” to “Grr hiss! I like attacking! I am ATTACK TRIX.”) But she and I became good friends over our seven or eight hours together.
Thanks go to Danielle for putting me up in Seattle. That was rock-tastick.