Hipster Hangout Time

Nothing like emptying ones bowels in order to prepare for the infiltration of more yummy human food...

This afternoon mom and dad surprised me by taking me to Fred 62 in Los Feliz... aka the hipster hangout. I just sit calmly by and take in all of the admiration because try as they all might, those hipsters just can't stay all hip without giving up some sugar to the Bogelmeister. Yes, even the tragically hip drop their pretenses momentarily when in my presence. What can I say?

After the meal (not much for me tragically, dad was hungry and I'm never as interested in mom's vegetarian selections as she is) we took a little walk down the street where I saw the coolest thing... a big orange tabby in a bookstore window! Mom was trying to take more pictures while we were playing (her name is Lucy and she's quite the feisty one) of course we had more battery issues, but luckily she managed to pop off at least one photo. I'd get all excited and jump up to try to "get" her, she'd roll onto her back and swing at me with her paws (they don't hurt through glass like they do at home when there is no glass involved, interestingly). People walking by stopped to laugh with us as Lucy and I played. It was indeed fun, and good for the digestion.

Love,

Bogart

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