Last night around 8:00PM Mooch, our resident stray, showed up on the veranda for his evening meal. He was just about finished when a chubby black and white look-alike charged up with her eye on his food, and he took off.

It was Sally, the cat next door. A close relative had given her to our neighbours when she was still a kitten. She looks a lot like Mooch. Like him she wears a tuxedo, although she's a lot fatter, and the white patch on her chest is smaller than his.

Early this morning I got out of bed to give Mooch his breakfast (yes, he's spoiled). He was waiting, and had a great deal to say to me. It could have been "Hurry up and put down the food and water, guy." But I interpreted it to mean "Hey, what's with last night? Can't you provide proper security on MY veranda while I'm eating? What's with that fat look-alike bandit that interrupted my dinner last night? Can't you keep her away?"

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September 15, 2006