Expedition to the West Side. The new bypass gives Texas-sized views. Lunch at the honu restaurant.
Different atmosphere over there. Sun, tourists, weather-beaten Lahaina guys on bicycles. Bikini strollers. Honu are like aliens amongst us, we shore monkeys. Silent presence living in a parallel universe.
So this is not my cat - I'm just a guest in her house. She's 18 years old and knows what she likes and doesn't like, and licks the sauce out of her kibble without eating the meat.
She tolerates me pretty well. The second photo says it all.
But there are too many people on this planet, too much garbage we make, and too many people suffering from the circumstance of their birth. The world with humans may end, but better do something with the time one has.