This is E.J. Katt, sometime friend/sometime foe of Mr. Poozle.
He did not wish to be photographed.
But I did get one last photo, as he prepared to exit the premises.
That branch is his passage to and from our yard; he lives with Joe, in front of us, and three (or possibly four) other equally large cats. His real name isn't E.J. Katt, of course; I've never been formally introduced, so that's just what we call him. He comes over at night to eat cat food on the porch (assuming there's any left after the raccoon and the possum have visited), and sometimes has a very loud standoff with Sam—much sound and fury, signifying . . . well, something or other, probably, to the two of them, but nothing to us. And every now and again I'll see him sitting above the driveway (watching guineas, probably, since they've taken to foraging under the pine tree). Usually he leaves posthaste, but yesterday I just happened to have the camera with me . . .
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