
I like hanging out at your front... Sorry. Did I say your? I meant my front-yard.

By the by? Next time you walk past? Bring some food will you? There's a good human.
Connie. The cat. A stray. Hungry. Male. Hungry. Suburban. Black & white. Hungry. Furry. Did I mention hungry?
Funny that. My tin-opener put a lot of nice grassy plants in his yard. I like to chew on them. He gets mad shouting stuff like "I paid good money for that" and "you no-good furball". I don't care.
Nothing like good digestion, is there? And sleeping in the sun. And regular meals.