Twenty-seventh Week

We survived the fireworks, which still always remind me of having to find pee spots from wherever poor, delicate Abe had gone to hide. Current cats all scatter and hunker down, and I have been giving Walter CBD in preparation for the booms. Seems it worked a little bit, but toward the end of the evening (solid two hours of neighborhood fireworks) he was panting pretty heavily. I "slept" downstairs with him, so I'm exhausted today.


^Through the window at work so not great focus.


^Walked down on the riverwalk yesterday, the more commercial part of it.


^Self-explanatory.

Nap time!