It's a lovely evening, warm and clear, and it's supposed to turn rainy again tonight. I wanted to take advantage of it, so D & I tried taking a walk down through the park to the beach... except the furries took it into their little fur heads that they wanted to come with us. We headed off into the west to go down the hill, but once the cats crossed the street to come along, we decided we'd better not risk them following further and backtracked to the front of our house. Then we started walking south up our block (the wrong direction from the beach, but at least there were no streets to cross). The kittehs galloped along after us, playing tag on the various front yards. Midway up the block, we turned back again as I was getting nervous about them 1) following us up to the end of the block and 2) not being bright enough to continue following us home if we looped back down the back alley. When we got back down to our yard, Yar cat was still bouncing, but the Cat with a Thousand Names was starting to look pretty tuckered.

So D & I headed out once more, but east this time, along the other side of the house and in completely the wrong direction from the beach. The Yar cat followed us around the first corner, but plopped down beside the garden gate. The Cat with a Thousand Names wasn't to be seen. We got a bit of a walk, but never made it to the beach. We continued to walk up the street over from ours and on the far block as we were heading west back towards our street, we had a nice chat with a neighbor we haven't seen for a while. The sun was starting to set once we'd done, so we figured we'd gotten as much of a walk as we were going to, and headed home.

I'd consider this a potential way to exercise the Cat with a Thousand Names, but the first thing he did when he saw we were home was to head to his food dish. The Yar cat is still guarding the front steps, even though he knows we are back.