Tuesday, May 5, 2009

PsyOps

The lady across the street, as it turns out, is the owner of Evil Stranger Cat. She has been calling for him all evening, and I've been watching him toy with her. She'll come to the front porch and call, and he'll whisk around the corner and conceal himself in the bushes. She then goes to the back door to call, and he hops back up on the front porch.

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