Briar had been out all morning, I had received a few concerned citizens who had seen him playing at the beach and then panting like a dog (he has such a thick coat and it's unusually sunny and warm today, 68 degrees).
A nice lady in a Prius encountered him. Apparently she was intrigued. Briar, who follows the "happy" bubbly energy, turned his attention to her and jumped in her car for a ride. She said he hissed and spat at her dog to move to the back seat, and took shotgun next to her. We connected at the auto shop in town where we greeted eachother. She expressed her desire to me "I want to take him home with me". She drove off with a smile.
About a half hour after that, I met up with Chris and his buddy Kona where they played on the rocks at the point together. We met some nice couples who were intrigued with the cat and dog pair at the beach. One of the guys witnessed Briar explore a metal pipe and was inspired to get down on his hands and explore it himself.
I think Briar was pretty tired though. He had already been out all morning. When we got home, he gobbled up his raw food and then lay in the shade. About 10 minutes later, he barfed it up. Our other cat used to eat rabbits too big for his belly, barf it up in the house on a brand new rug, and leave it there for me to smell and clean up. Which reminds me, sometimes on our walk we come across dog poop. Briar will actually sniff it, squint his eyes in disgust, and then bury it. What a considerate little kitty.