Freaky Feral

So I'm minding my own business in my dinky little home office when I hear this scratch, scratch, thump outside my door. Strange. I'm on the second floor and who could have gotten up to my second floor balcony unnoticed... well, my new friend, Freaky Feral.

He looks tranquil all obscured by the sun but he looked down on my as if I were nothing but a chubby field mouse, an afternoon snack. Cats have that way about them. I think he contemplated jumping on my head at one point but then he just settled into a few standard America's Next Top Model poses for me -- throwing out his chest and arching his back.

I told him to channel an owl. He told me to piss off. He's got talent and 'tude.

Meow!