Old Mine Rd has one home on its 7.5mi length and it's my favorite
bikeride.  Except for the heartache and trouble trying to rescue the
dropoffs by sub-humans in an area where they have little chance of
survival.  Case, who I did catch, had no hunting skills whatever.  The
day she caught a grasshopper and brought it to me with muffled glee was
her signal moment.  I felt even more pride for her when I found she had
eaten it.

Anyway.  A healthy-looking black-with-white-socks was in the road as I
zipped over a rise.  I stopped where it ran into the brush and made
catsounds while I got out a tin of food, popped the lid (hoping it would
recognize the sound) and tapped it with a tire pry, still talking to it
before putting it down and backing away.  I never did hear any movement
or sound though, and so wasn't surprised when I returned an hour later
and the food hadn't been touched.  Just have to keep an eye out for it
-- hopeful but not expectant.  Stopped to see if the black cat fed by
the inn's custodian was around for a treat but, no, so the clowder at
home got a very unexpected noon treat.  Maybe Tomorrow (Everly Bros, or
Eagles, your pick :- )  Norm

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Whom the Gods would destroy, they sent first to live in a small town.
--Sartre