I walked to the beach early today to see the sun rise and sit on the sea wall. I was a little happier because KiKi had finally ended his three-day hunger strike. I took a pork roast, marinated it for two days in red wine and garlic and cooked it for three hours. You couldn't even cut it as it just fell apart; it was like butter. It was more than good; it was a masterpiece and he ate it with rice and peas and a lot of gusto. That's my boy.

There were some new faces at Court last week, this one being Sammy who had just moved to South Beach and sat down next to me. It was only minutes before one informer told me he "made movies", but we just talked about how fun the afternoon was and how much he liked the hat I had put on him for the photo. Sammy is the first person I've ever met with his own Wikipedia entry. Good boy!

Jay, who has been a Court favorite for a long time (which attests to his skills at entertaining supremely bored members at Court) proved just why he maintains his position: He showed up in his official Court Favorite Uniform. Good boy!


Riley was sandwiched in Latino heaven with the new face on the left, Luis, having been stolen right out from under the nose of another Court member who went to a Palm Beach slumber party. Good boy, Riley!

And one of my oldest friends, Waldorf Cadwallader Gator, came out for the Gators' game and to bite off the toes of as many Republicans as he can. Very good, Wally; that's the spirit.