Meet the neighbor

I'd just returned from a shake-down ride of the ankle when I was greeted by Rushmore. He's quite a cat. The neighbors across the street, Matt & Tracy with their children Oliver and Chloe, found the little guy a few weeks ago. He's got a handle on our three adult cats as well as figuring out the rear cat doors to gain access to their food and water in our kitchen. Earlier in the week he joined me while Sephie was at swimming practice and napped on our dining room table. I've been told he's not able to do that in his own home.

After a conversation with Rick, I think I'll be missing some easy points tomorrow. Everyone except Stuart and a few others are saving themselves for Chequamagon so it could be easy pickings. As tempting as it is I don't think my ankle would hold up to a race and I know it isn't worth the risk of rolling it on a dismount and being laid -up longer. Iola is two weeks away and I think I'll be better off waiting for that event.