August 19, 2026

The rain fell, the cat went outside and came back wet. I saw drops on her fur, which she shook out on me like a Labrador, and she rubbed me a few times with her small head. “You like me?” I asked.

Her life is better now, full of wonders, semi-wild, passion for pigeons, new people whom she follows, so she spends much less time in the apartment.

I deserved a small beer at Patrick’s and fries with cheddar and Garlic Aioli.