One of the many reasons I love Portland: random artistic graffiti.
One of the many reasons I hate Portland: temperatures above 100ºF.
One of the many reasons I love basements: temperatures above 100ºF.
Ebenezer must have been the king of a pride of Saharan lions or somesuch in a former life. Nobody here, cat and human alike, wants to move. Except Ebenezer. He’s bouncy, sproingy, wants to run, and tries to pick fights with the other cats (who don’t want to do anything but lay like a puddle on the floor.)