Thursday, March 30, 2006


This is the Other Feral Friend.
The one without the bald spot.
Not on my car.
Until I left.

This morning I saw one of them coming down the alley looking guilty, scooting along. Sure enough, there is a bicycle crashed in the middle of the alley, with a black trashbag nearby probably containing someone's worldy possessions. These cats are secret operatives for U.F.U., which apparently has some kind of anti-homeless-person component. Or, I'm making light of the fact that someone had a really bad night a bit south of my home. I didn't hear anything nor have time to wander without cat escort halfway down the block to see.

1 comment:

Susan said...

I keep looking at this cat. He is so striking. He just grabs me every time. Entrancing. Merci, t.