The weekend it arrived I road it out to the Chicago Bike Show at the Donald E Stephens Convention Center in Rosemont. Somewhere around fifteen miles to get there, rode back about ten miles after a bus ride to more familiar surroundings. It didn't even occur to me that one of the things I picked up at the show was a bike map of Chicago and northeast Illinois (slaps hand on forehead). The route I took out there was pretty sketchy once traffic picked up for the day.
I thought I would include a couple of pictures of a pair of feral cats that have adopted us.
We affectionately call them "the Buddies" since they've been joined at the hip since they were kittens in the alley. We had been saying hi and talking to them for months until one day Orange followed me home and sat outside the door in wait. During the worst of the Chicago winter, we started giving him our leftovers before graduating to bag of kibble (our cat Lori has special dietary needs, so she doesn't share). Eventually Orange brought along Little Girl- a scruffy, timid and cross-eyed tabby- we think they are brother and sister. For feral cats they certainly don't act the part- we're pretty sure one of our neighbors was also feeding them for a while and at the same time as us (sneaky!). Little girl is still skittish, but both of them like us to hang out on the porch while they eat. Orange likes to get his head scratched and won't be getting any points for being an independent spirit (though he guards the porch from other cats fiercely).
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