The farmers market is really near our house now, so most Saturdays I walk over with at least Grant… And one of the cats. Last time we went, Eleven came along. This week Socks decided to join us. He catted along on our walk over, sometimes ahead of us, sometimes behind. He didn’t like crossing the marginally busier streets, but he stuck close for those parts. He hung in the gazebo in the park, yelling at everyone, while Grant and I shopped. We confirmed with the sellers and patrons that yes, he was our kitty, and yes, he chose to tag along. When we were ready to go home, we called to him and he ran home with us.