I'm not sure these photos do the place justice. The only thing separating us from a vicious tiger mauling is a chain link fence and a few feet of open space. It's really insane how close you actually are to these giant killer cats. Even more insane is how cute they actually are.
That's everyone looking at one cat in particular eat a phone book. Not pictured: Carrie, who took the photo.
Also at the cat sanctuary: seemingly hundreds of peacocks, who were constantly making peacock noises.
I grew up going to the Philadelphia Zoo, back when they used to just let peacocks roam the place freely (not sure if they still do). I don't remember ever hearing them make the kinds of noises these damn birds were making. It was the most annoying, obnoxious and repetitive thing ever. It was kind of like a duck quacking, only the duck is drunk and shrill, and he's cornered you at a party to talk about this crackpot theory he has about the government, and you can't figure out a polite way to excuse yourself from the conversation. It's that annoying.
That's me getting ready to tackle a peacock while Steve documents the scenario.
Anyways, the next morning Sarah and Steve came over to our place for birthday mimosas before we went to the farmer's market around the corner from our house.
We ate delicious breakfast burritos and bought terrific fresh produce for cheap. We're beginning to think life ain't so bad out here in California.
Happy birthday Sarah!
