One hike, one pirate, one black cat

A couple of minor things and then the Big Deal.

First, yes, we had a Saturday walk. Mrs Notthat agreed to attack the insane Priest Rock trail at Sierra Azul.

This is her nearing the top of the most insanely steep trail I have ever been on. And she is smiling. Sort of. This was nearly as impressive as her finishing the marathon. She's an animal on the trails. Bunnies flee as she approaches. She really rocks!

After the walk, with nearly every muscle in our bodies aching and sore, we stopped at a garage sale on the way home. And she picked up this pirate outfit for Riley.

The next day, Mrs Notthat and I went with The Boy to pick up a rescue cat that he fell in love with.

The cat stole his heart when it tried to remove his arm.

Her official name was Bugsy. The Boy has changed it to Skittles, since that is what it most doesn't resemble. (He's a teenager. I'm sure it makes sense on some level that old people like me will never quite get.)

He has kept the cat in his room for the most part. Today he introduced her and Teddy. It actually went very well, which was a complete surprise. The cat didn't seem to care at all about Teddy, completely ignoring him, and Teddy just followed her around, sniffing her and waiting for her to start barking. (He's not a bright dog.)

So we will see. The Boy still has that snake in his room as well, although I don't think it or the cat has noticed the other. Yet.

That's it - move along...