That song, "that's amore" keeps running through my head but instead as the cat's morning song:

When the cat hits the bed

Like a big piece of lead

"Time to feed me"....

When you're hit in the nose

With several paw blows

"Time to feed me"...

If this was posted already, I apologize. It showed up on my FB.

Hi Jazzy,

After your during-the-night-adventure ...

... I'm glad that you're not the one in the bed.

But, while there is some need for caution, I agree with the idea that, for most of us, the possibility of us getting into serious trouble at such a time is rather remote.

En route home from the city the other evening, there was someone walking the other way, and I stopped to ask whether the person was in need of a ride.

It was a young woman, and she said that she needed to go to London, and would pay for my gas, offering me a $20. bill, so I said that $5. would buy the gas, and gave her $15.

Headed back toward the city, as we neared Lambeth, she said that she'd rather go to a major road that leads near my place, so I turned toward it, and as she'd indicated that she was hungry, I suggested that we stop at Timmy's on the south edge of Lambeth for a bowl of soup. I paid for mine, and she paid for her chili.

The couple at the next table were heading for Ajax or Pickering, and the woman had fallen a while ago and, needing some time out of the car, they'd stopped and called friends about 20 miles away asking them over for a visit. I said that it should take 20 - 30 min, and they soon arrived.

The lady wondered whether I might be somewhat at some risk of there being a charge laid against me of sexual harassment, and I replied that if I were accused of rape, I'd show the officials that I'm wearing a catheter (that I'm to have replaced within the hour, and ask them how they figured that such would be possible, given the circumstances).

The young woman with me seemed somewhat less than wholly with it, whether that being normal, or drug-induced, I couldn't tell. She said that her 5 kids were with their grandma in London, and that she wanted to go to the road that I mentioned to recover her car. It turned out that her destination was just beyond that road, on a settlement of indigenous folks near me, and she was glad to get back there.

And I stopped to get some gas at the station nearby as I was on the way home (indigenous gas being cheaper, being tax-free).

Gotta go - my appointment for the replacement is a few miles away across town in 20 min. ... and it's a walk to this parking lot.

Good wishes for your later adventures ... and ongoing life, as well, for that matter.

Love ya.

ole joyfuellled ... looks like I raised a bit too much "l" in that signature!