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<\/a><\/p>\nI pause to look at the cat, and linger just a second, remembering a stray I once adopted named Mooch, and I think about how when I recently tell Rosa at work that Mooch was carried off by owls, she bursts out laughing. Not because this amuses her, but because she thinks I’m joking.<\/p>\n
Anyway, just ten feet past the sign I turn and see something that has me reaching for my camera. Click on the picture above to see what I mean (opens a pop-up window.)<\/p>\n
He’s just sitting there on his ass, licking his belly. I have to go back and forth between the cat and the sign a couple times before I conclude that it’s not the same cat.<\/p>\n
It’s unfortunate he’s not the guy, expecially, because THAT really would have been funny.<\/p>\n
And, hey, if anyone does see the real culprit, please give that number a call. There’s no doubt he’s missed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This morning I walk down Martel, across to Fuller, down to Santa Monica to Trader Joe’s on my way to work. On the way, I see this sign. It makes me sad. I pause to look at the cat, and linger just a second, remembering a stray I once adopted named Mooch, and I think […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hollywoodland","category-life-in-hollywood"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t