Giving my 25 year old cat a bit of supervised outdoor time. She's enjoying the smell and sounds, and the feel of the breeze. I think she finally knows she's old. When she was 17 she was still acting like a young cat: wanting to hunt, zooming around, even going on my shoulders for bike rides.

So tomorrow there is a risk of tornados in Washington. Weeeeeeee. I know I'm going somewhere with very stout walls for the day.

Entertained by my cat wanting in on this conversation just as I finished up those thoughts.