One of the most beautiful community gardens in New York City can be found uptown at the triangular intersection of Saint Nicholas and Convent Avenue between 151st and 152nd Streets. I'm not sure who's in charge but he/she/they really know what they're doing. There's always something beautiful in bloom, which makes the walk to the subway a lot more pleasant, especially when it's 90 degrees out. "Check me out." -- Crape Myrtle Otherwise, things began settling down at home as "Operation Clio" continued. Elektra resumed her patrol of the skies, keeping a close eye on flying snakes, although she's now contemplating new enemies. "I would like to claw the face off that idiot dentist who shot Cecil," she said when approached by an interviewer.
"It's weird to think that I'm related to lions," said Dante, "given that I can't roar."
Clio continued to be astonished by just about everything, although she's still not quite used to the idea that food isn't exactly a scarce resource in her new home, which led her to gobble down a few things that weren't hers. Adjusting to a new roommate is never easy!
"What do I think about Clio? Good grief," said Zephyr. "I understand where she's coming from, but she needs to relax a little." "If she takes another one of my treats, we're going to have a problem." "I'm trying to be good and I'm very thankful, but after all the struggle and the deliverance, I can't help but wonder if this is all there is to life." -- Clio "Let us pray for peace among the four cats and for the safety and protection that all the disappearing animals require." -- The Garden Saint