My Friday morning started out with Joey and his antics.
Batting my UGA shaker from the top of the computer armoire, and knocking it down, of course.He is such a goofball, and he's always getting into stuff.
I got stuff done at home, headed to the gym for a swim, then stopped at the grocery store. I was driving out of the parking lot when a lovely long-haired grey cat ran along side the curb. There were no cars behind me, so I put it in park, exited the car and tried to find the grey kitty who remininded me of Joey. I could not locate him, so I got back into my car, another car pulled up behind me, and, before I could turn my engine on, started honking. Really!? Those idiots could not give me a second to crank my engine? (insert regrettable hand gesture here, you can get shot for stuff like that, I DO NOT endorse road rage and urge caution and cheek turning and "just let it pass")
I circled the block, re-entered the parking lot and parked so I could look more thoroughly. While I was looking, a woman approached me to ask if I'd seen the kittens. Turns out she feeds the feral cats in the area, traps them and gets them fixed. We didn't see any of the cats while I was there. She told me many of the fancy-dancy townhomes behind the grocery store had been foreclosed and the people just left their animals when they moved out. She wouldn't take a monetary donation from me, but I managed to find her in the store and pay for her cat food purchases (along with a gift card for next time).