I have had a visitor over the past three weeks: a lanky black cat my camera catches slinking around the corner.
I don’t know if it’s a he or a she, so we’ll call him a he. If Flash were around – and with his intense dislike of cats – my visitor wouldn’t have, well, visited. (I have this insane desire to inform the cat that this is still Flash’s house. Nutso, I know.)
The cat sets off the video recordings with his sauntering to my door and away. I’ve started to anticipate his appearance and, if the truth be told, to worry about him a little.
During all the rain from Hurricane Harvey I was looking for him. I wanted him to be dry and safe.
I’ve had cats in my life, but I cannot tell a lie, I’m pretty much a dog person. Still, he’s captured my interest.
I was glad to see him this morning. It’s the first time since the rain.
I think he belongs to the neighbor next door. I hope he belongs to someone. Everyone should.