Chee in the Box

More Cats and Kittens at the Shelter

This is Katie, a real sweetheart.

She and Cosmo below are a bonded pair. They just love each other.

And this little one is Orbitz. He was a little shy, but he warmed up pretty quickly.

And this cat. Winslow.  I almost took him home, he was so cute. A total lap cat, he tried to climb out of his area to come hang out with us after we finished with the photos. If I didn't already have two cats, I'd adopt him in a heartbeat!

And this is Beckett, the third brother. He was also a sweet one, unafraid and interested in everything.

Kunoichi was the last cat we photographed and she is just gorgeous! Look at those markings. And those eyes!

Go ahead, adopt them already!

Breakfast

When I buy fruit, I tend to get a little out of control. Most people buy a basket of strawberries, I buy a flat. Most people buy a few peaches, I buy ten pounds of them.

The most delicious ten pounds EVER, I just have to say. Too good for baking, too good for jam, pies, cakes, you name it. Almost too good to pour yogurt over. Really, they are just meant to be eaten as they are, as nature intended. As we speak, only one lonely peach remains. The rest have been decimated.

Oh man. I love peaches.

The Bridge

Strawberries!

I don't know about you, but I feel like I've been living off the fruits of the season this summer. First it was cherries, which I ate as many of as I could (Evan can attest to this, as he witnessed the carnage, and the mountains of pits and stems left over), and these days it seems to be strawberries that I can't get enough of.

This year they seem better than usual, sweeter and more complex. I eat them rinsed, just out of the carton, cut up into little pieces, in yogurt for breakfast and I even made this cake last week (highly recommended, but find lots of people to share it with or you might end up eating it for lunch the next day like I did).

What's your summer fruit? I can't decide if I want to go for peaches or plums next . . .

Ocean Beach

We walked out along the cliffs, towards Sutro Baths and then down to Ocean Beach. It was the perfect day.  The wind just barely kissed our faces and the water sparkled below, turquoise. I felt like I was somewhere more exotic than the prosaic and usually windswept San Francisco.

Just past the Cliff House we looked down over the beach at those out frolicking in the unusual heat. I took a photo, and we continued on. Strolling, it felt like we had all the time in the world.