Thank you. Hanging in a parking lot waiting for him on another interview. He's 27 going on 17 in so many ways.

You've probably seen, or at least heard about, the shared bicycles and scooters ... well, there's a new option ... supposedly starting up in San Francisco. Should be highly entertaining on the hills.

The only thing that surprises me about that is that the company isn't based in Portland, then again, that will probably be a shared unicycle company.

I saw something about that either yesterday or early this morning, Toddson. My first thought was April Fools Joke, the I remembered it's June.

I thought it was going to be this: [link]

Which would be much cooler, by the way.

I feel like I would be less likely to hurt myself on a zip line than a pogo stick. For what that's worth.

I'm 75% sure that company was founded on a bet.

My cat Sophie honored me with a prey tribute yesterday. I was sitting in my recliner reading and vaguely noticed she was leaping about enthusiastically. I thought it was just one of her many toys and didn't really pay attention to her antics.

Eventually she trotted off on her important cat business. When I lowered the footrest I discovered she had placed a dead bird exactly where it would be between my feet when I got up.

She heard me get up and rushed back into the room, full of pride and excitement over her wonderful gift. Of course I felt bad about the poor little bird, but I know my adorable pet is a stone cold predator who brought me some fresh caught food. So I praised her prowess and thanked her and told her I would make bird stew for dinner.

We had chicken.

Good cat mommy.

You are a good cat mom, Katie.

You know, many years ago when our former neighborhood was a sleeepy cul-du-sac on the rural edge of suburbia, surrounded by pastures and woods, the cats went in and out as a matter of course. With four, there were always tributes, and the kids were quickly taught, "Make 'em look up at you before you open the door to let them in. A "mrrrph" in answer to your query won't do. Make them look up so you can tell if there's something in their mouth before you let them in the house!"

Of course they were always praised for their hunting and providing skills--except for birds. Cats don't get shame, or scolding. It's all attention, reaction to their presentation, so we just didn't react to dead birds. No expression, no comment, just back away and shut the door. Such a contrast to lavish praise and being let in for petting and a bit of milk for a rat or a vole, they all very soon learned not to bring us birds. I know they still caught them, we'd find feathers in the yard. But they didn't bring them to us to brag.