the last cat that came into the yard was some mangy moggy on a rainy day who wanted to take shelter in the outdoor laundry and run his muddy paws on my black 60s wool dress. bad kitty.
this one gave me a fright this morning when i passed by the kitchen window, but more content to stalk things in the grass (hence grass hanging off its face). loudest small cat who also looks like a descendant of ocelots or something. probably worth enough money on the cat black market.
one of the first things i did when i moved out of home was to buy a bottle of oyster sauce. this salty brown sauce that in my reckoning does not taste much like seafood is the stuff of stir fry and other than a big bottle of soy sauce, something that says “chinese kitchen” to me. lee kum kee all the way.






























