This is all that’s going on chez Dottie the last couple of weekends.
Plus books and old TV shows on Netflix. At least I biked a little bit – to get the cupcakes.
And yes, I am a cat person, why do you ask?
I’m pretty sure these would still be funny, even without three glasses of Friday night wine.
Hipster Puppy – ari stayed up all night drinking beer and playing old 7”s, so he’s gonna have to sit out this month’s critical mass (photo kari g)
Hipster Kitty – Even Ender’s bike-polo teammates have begun to notice his body odor (photo Sarah VanCamp)
Thanks for the tip, Trisha! You know me too well.
Don’t forget to email us pictures of your cat (or dog, bird, small child, etc.) surfing the internets
Reader Sila from Jakarta sent this picture of her neighbor’s cat, Lukpi, who popped over one evening to read Let’s Go Ride a Bike with her.
It reminds me of what I told my mom when she asked me what Dottie and I talked about enough to email several times a day. “I don’t know . . . books, politics, bikes, feminism, cats—the important things in life.” A quick review of our archives reveals that all of these things (especially the cats!) have popped on our blog, so maybe it’s not so surprising that the site has become popular with members of the feline persuasion.
If anyone else has caught their cat reading LGRAB, consider this an official call for submissions. And hey, if we get more than five over the course of this week, we might have to consider it a contest and offer a prize. Liven up our workdays — email those pics.
And with the return of sun, and above-freezing temperatures in Nashville (at least for the past two days), I am ready to indulge.
The wind in my hair was exactly what I needed.
Other things this week that have helped chase the winter blahs* away:
Now, off to work I go. Happy Friday!
*and yes, I meant to say “blahs” and not blues.
Happy Saturday! While we prepare for our ride, enjoy this snapshot of a blogger hard at work, muses alongside. A soundtrack of purrs can be very inspiring.

This week brought a couple of changes for me.
I got a rearview mirror for my bike.

I see . . . me!
Still playing with the best way to adjust it, but it’s nice to be able to keep an eye on what’s behind me without turning my head. I got used to this little luxury while riding Oma last month.
Now for the new friend:

Walter "Wally" Kitten
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