Cats... Go figure huh?
They are always happy to see "The Treat Master" and I fool myself into believing it is me they are happy to see (not the food) by giving me the rub luv purrs and meows.
Usually a sit on the deck swing, or lay in the hammock if weather permits or the inside sofa recliner. Any seat that has no steering wheel is relaxing. No glass windscreen, no suicidal morons.
Unlike You I can not watch the sub humans. They are mixed in with the ever shrinking number of good humans. But I avoid running over their careless/wreckless self centered asses all day. Last thing I wanna do is be near them or see them. So solitude is my therapy...
