I beat the Saratoga card on August 31st and the teen bride was out to buy groceries. My pension money lands in the morning. The bills are paid and no property taxes are due.

I laid out platters of 9-Lives, fresh water and kibble. And then I laid out a load of canned tuna and sardines that cost me.

For some strange reason, when I bend over to lay down food, some wild-animal street cats noodge my hands with their heads before they eat.