I’ve been like a machine lately — just really keeping my nose to the proverbial grindstone. I think the economy, the cutbacks on writing assignments, the slower-paying clients, and just the slowdown in general has me feeling like a big ole scaredy-cat. I mean, just how close to being a bag lady do I want to get!? Not very, thank you very much. So, my obsession with working has taken its toll on a lot of things, but one thing I can always count on is that no matter how much more work I have to get done, Boomerang is going to demand his nightly walk. He knows he gets to go out around 630 or 7 pm and he doesn’t let me forget it.

So, here are some photos of my break with Boomerang from yesterday. It’s now 6:43 as I make this post and he’s meowing again to go out. Break time!

Boomerang with his purple leash communes with the Buddha before beginning his walk.

Boomer, again, not walking, just enjoying the heat and humidity and shout-outs from passers-by who are impressed with a cat that walks on a leash like a dog!

Apres-walk cat nap!