And then, THEN, this morning, Coco and I were looking out the front window and who was there? Yup, Ghost Cat. He saw us and did not, as he’d always done before, sprint off. I waved at him, (he’s all ‘the fuck? I’m trying to eat here, woman!) managed to snap a quick pic and then decided not to press my luck further.
Who knows? Maybe in another five or ten years I’ll be able to pat him.
Rocco, at left, is rereading Fear and Loathing. It's true, our formally fierce feral loves him some Hunter S. Thompson. By the by, The Bloggess named her new kitten (now a full grown monster) Hunter S. Thomcat. DAMN, such a great name – I may need to steal that for our next porch visiting cat.
Coco, at right, is keeping a sharp watch on Fritz (the giant Maine Coon feral) who'd just let out a monster yowl (so TAB tells me) and ducked under a neighbor's porch.
Cat Central has been a busy place lately!