Bezerkeley

A few times a week, I have occasion to walk from the BART station to my love's house in Berkeley. I always walk down the same block, mainly because of these four palm trees, which are about six times taller than anything on the street (or in the neighborhood, for that matter), and they're lovely as they sway very slightly in the breeze.




Last week I was walking down the block in the evening, and there was a kitty on the sidewalk, playing it cool:



She started to rub up against my hand, and then suddenly, like a jack russell terrier, she rolled over and sat up again.



She very nonchalantly allowed me to pet her again a few times, and then she rolled over again, three times in quick succession. Finally, she just lingered on her back and looked up at me, the little kitty slut.




There's a parrot that lives on this street. He sits at the very top of one tree or another, and according to a neighbor, spends his winters there. He's very large, very green, and very funny as he squawks away happily to himself.