Two gals (and a baby)

Eleanor and I (and Grant, who is destined to always be the third wheel) had a date today. 

First, we visited the Orange County Historical Museum, which is closed until Oct 7 – but the outside of the building is nice. 

Then, we got gelato. At the shop, Ele chose dark chocolate but the clerk suggested she try it first. She took a sample, licked her lips and declared “YUM!” We took our gelatos to a table and sat and chatted while I tried to not drip on Grant’s head. 

After gelato, we walked to Weaver Street Market and picked out some lemonades, which we drank in the outdoor seating area. 

After that, we walked on past the market, and visited the stick house. After Ele played maybe a minute, she came back to me and said, “I miss Henry” (he’s on an adventure with Bob).

We walked back and Ele picked a restaurant to eat at (the Wooden Nickel) and a table to sit at. The older couple next to us heard Ele asking me to name all the kinds of lettuce (which should give you an idea of how our entire day went), and recommended grilling romaine and also texted me the recipe for their favorite crab cakes. It was pretty neat, I must say. 

After eating, we headed home and cuddled and after her bath, Ele was thrilled when Chester hopped in her bed and purred her to sleep. 

It was a good day 


Chester has obviously come from a family home. He was found chipped, but the shelter wasn’t able to track down his family (and I have info on resetting the chip with our information). He likes to open cupboards and closets and exploring. He’s currently sleeping in a cardboard box in the kids’ closet. He has put up with Henry carrying him around and being called “she” and “her” and “Cheddar” and “Vacuum” (both because it is funny and pretty, apparently).

Yesterday we discussed changing his name from the shelter name (Chester) to something else. I voted for Levon, since I wasn’t able to name a child that (nor a cat, as no one would meet my eye or agree with me), the kids suggested Voldemort and Harry Potter and James. Everything we came up with, we ended up back at Chester, so I think his name may be here to stay. 

He is fine wearing a collar, which is nice because I can hear him jingling as he trots around the house. His tail has a significant kink in it, as though it was shut in a door. It doesn’t seem to bother him, however. 

In all, I think we got lucky with this fellow. Content to lie around, but comfortable getting played with by the kids. Meows at me a lot for things. Handsome devil.