John & Betty, and Betty's brother Benj (in the background above), came over to Alameda on Sautrday afternoon for lunch. And what do I do when I have friends in from out of town? Take the cat out for a walk, of course.

It was Fil's third time out on the leash, and she didn't do too bad, considering all the company, the distractions and the gale force wind blowing off the bay. She did get freaked out by some ropes that were banging against the side of the one of the aparment buildings in my complex, which caused her flip out like a juiced-up bucking bronco, but she mostly loved it, eating up all the attention, along with the grass, and was just thrilled to be outside and away from her shithead brother.

I gave John my camera, so we could document the event. The pictures kinda suck (sorry, mate). Totally my fault though. I should have told him to stand between me and the sun. To be fair, it's hard to think on your feet when your walking your cat. It's hard to do anything else, like, for example, keep a straight face, or assure your friends and neighbors, that you're not gay, not that there's anything wrong with that.