The Klein’s have a kitty. His name is Ziggy. He is slightly insane in his pre-neutered state. He likes to climb on things. In this case, he perches on my sweaty back after a bike ride up the Altadena hill.
I think I might try to rig my little camera onto the bike to tape a short film of the surroundings. I really am so thankful I don’t have a car. And I’m not playing happy-Christian and just trying really hard to be grateful, when really I’m insanely bitter. (I have done that before, though.) Riding a bike is so nice.
I like it here.