One morning Mom woke me for school and found a mouse nestled on my chest under the covers. I must have been a sound sleeper.
Here in Brooklyn we’ve got lots of street cats. I watch them in the neighboring backyards from my 3rd floor vantage point. My avatar should tell you I think cats are awesome and I’m lucky to have a few to observe, besides my two.
Quick story. I often see a neighbor walking his dog in front of the house at a fairly rapid pace. But look closer and he’s being followed by a beautiful black and white cat, one I had thought was a street cat, tagging along the edge of the curb, dashing between the parked cars, following the dog and his owner to the corner where they all make a left turn – every time. Darnedest thing.