The Face of Optimism

We pass by this sign often, and today I finally got around to snapping a picture of it. It's on the side of a fairly busy residential street, and the thought of a cat crossing right here makes my heart skip a beat. The world is dangerous for outside cats!

Greaseball only goes in the backyard, and I supervise him when he does that because if I didn't, he'd eat all the weeds and then throw up. I suppose we're lucky in that he's never wanted to climb a tree or climb a fence. Fifty-Fifty would periodically escape, and we'd have to convince her to come off of the roof of out from underneath our neighbor's deck. She was an adventurer, but Greaseball? Not so much. He likes napping.