Snoop Ahoy!

Readers, rejoice: Snoop has been sighted.

As you may recall, he disappeared over four weeks ago when Lisa and I were out of town for the weekend. I saw him this morning as I was riding around the city en route to a jazz funeral parade in memory of Katrina victims and first responders. I was happily astonished to see him, and he looks skinny, but seemed like he was in pretty good shape. He's still Snoop, though, meaning he didn't stick around to find out what I was up to as I stopped to check him out - no, he bolted for the nearest hiding spot. I know it's him, though, from the tuft of white on his chest.

I saw him again this afternoon, on the same block, so now comes the challenge of bringing him back. Perhaps he enjoys running free, so it may be quite difficult to get close enough to get at him, and maybe we should just let him be a feral kitty. But now that we know where he is, we gotta try, right? Stay tuned, dear readers, as the saga unfolds.

In other news, today is of course the anniversary of Katrina's entry into New Orleans. If you haven't yet, see Spike Lee's documentary When the Levees Broke, or read Douglas Brinkley's The Great Deluge, which chronicles the week from August 27 to September 3, 2005. More on that topic soon.

Peace, Love, and Remembrance