My boy kitten's name is Toro. He has several nicknames: Buster, Boneless Kitten, and Puppycat. He's a big bruiser who managed to break his leg on his first birthday, because he doesn't think before he jumps. For the record, he is also a super-cuddly ball of white fluff with silver patches, and when he's really happy he drools.
Speaking of drooling, I have an abiding affection for El Toro, and not just because of the name. It's a good little taqueria, the tacos and burritos are always fresh, and they have lots of vegi options. Today, after seeing "La Mission" (yep, liked it), a burrito seemed like the right snack. I ordered a simple bean/rice/lettuce/tomato combo with mild salsa, then doused it with medium-hot tomatillo salsa and pico de gallo from the salsa bar. Great green salsa, for those of you who could drink it straight. They even label the choices so you'll know which ones are spicy versus H-A-W-T. Sitting on the little woven-leather stool, burrito dripping, Mission noises wafting in...La vida es buena.
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