A cat is in the habit of visiting me. Say so myself, he enjoys the talk and music. I do not feed him as he has a home for that. He seems to enjoy it here.
The other day a neighbour told me that he ran some dozen feet up one of the elm trees on the sidewalk after some pigeons returned to it. She stood by it, and wondered if she would have to summon the Fire Brigade. As it was, the cat realised that the pigeons were out of reach, and he slithered back down the bark as though nothing had happened.
Cate are sanguine.
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