The cat is back. It's cold--very cold--and he's come back to sit on my porch and drive my cats crazy. Patiently sit until he sees me. Then he meows. I approach with cat food. He hisses, his breath a puff of smoke. I fill his bowl. Growl. Hiss. I back away. He eats.
Whatever.
2 comments:
OK, that totally made me laugh.
I'm glad he's got you.
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