Location: Santa Rosa, CA
Most days I have no idea what I'm going to write here until I actually sit down to write it. So far I haven't run out of things to say (those who know me are laughing right now), but today is one of those days where nothing good is coming to me. So I'm going to just let my photo do the talking.
My husband and I had dinner out at a wonderful little place in Santa Rosa called "Zazu." There's a garden out back and this cat has adopted the restaurant staff as her keepers. They call her BW for Black and White and she's among the friendliest feral cats I've encountered. And why not? There's a long history of restaurant staffs adopting stray animals (at least among the restaurant people I know). Can't blame the stray for making its way over to a place where scraps are plentiful and hearts are full.
I had to step outside to take a phone call and old BW came over to make friends. She even tried to jump into the front seat of our car. In this image, she's making a rubbing-my-leg run at me. Her attacks are persistent and if she doesn't get what she wants, she throws herself onto the gravel and rolls around on her back. This is one cat who will not be denied a tummy rub. I obliged of course.
1 comment:
i use to live in santa rosa, thats crazy i didnt know thats where you lived
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