I could not help but notice the tracks going from the hood of my car to the roof. I'll bet they are Spots' size. He has started using the roof of my car as a guard post.

At the moment, however, he is trying to train me into using just one hand for typing. Very hard to type with a cat on one's hand.

Blah is the best description for today. My energy and enthusiasm levels were not particularly high, although I did do some tidying in the den, and attacked the cat box in the bathroom. That last "chore" is blessedly infrequent with the cats having become in-and-outs over the last year or so. But when it rains they will make use of the indoor facility.

In the late afternoon I went out to get a salad for supper.

The BK I usually patronize was not accessible from the rear entrance--city road work.

So I headed for the BK on the other side of town. That took me right by where the train and the car tried to occupy the same space at the same time the other day.

It's a fairly decent mess there. Hope they leave it for a while, as a reminder that a car that challenges a train for road space usually ends up flatter than a pancake.

When we lived here in the 60s Slidell was a whole lot smaller and I don't think there were any crossing gates. A friend of one of our baby-sitters was on the losing end of a beat-the-train across race.

When we returned eight or so years later I was really glad to see crossing gates in the two or three busiest places.



And I think it would be in my best interests now to pay attention to my extremely friendly cat.