Blondie, the haunting feral cat. . . . Blondie does this weird thing where she stares at me for long periods. I can never figure what she’s thinking. . . . I’ve had a dysfunctional relationship with Blondie for 7 years. Have known her since she was a wee little kitten. So we know each other pretty good. For example, its 1:08 AM right now and I’d bet money that Blondie is waiting impatiently at my campsite for me to show up with some food. I’m drunk and still down on Telegraph (just saw Ted at Kips). I better get my ass in gear.