Last night, while we were watching a movie, it became evident that something was outside the sliding glass door next to us. Then, it became obvious, because of the loud and mournful mews. There was a big black cat on the patio, right outside, begging to be let in. Aw, it broke my heart, but I can't control the one I've got. I wonder what happened? Did Blackie get lost and come to the wrong door, or did someone just dump her? I think it's a she, and she's definitely not starving.
This morning, I checked out back to see if she were still hanging around, and was much surprised when Serena followed me out. She was very cautious, and I was sure that she'd never take her paws off the patio, but then she saw a chipmunk, and scampered right after it. Of course, the little rodent ran right up the drainpipe, leaving Serena walking up and down its length and confused as hell (not so unusual, that). While this was going on, a squirrel in a nearby tree started shaking its tail and making all kinds of noise, blatantly taunting Serena. HOUSE CAT IN THE YARD--WHAT FUN: AMATEUR MORNING!
To be honest and accurate, Serena made it over that low wall, but not quite into the yard. That squirrel will just have to shake its booty closer to the house, if it wants fun and excitement. And we're all looking for fun and excitement.