The other night as I was closing up the house to go to bed, I heard a strange noise from the back.
Clack-clack-click-clack … clack … CLACK-click …
I turned on the light to see the furry one sitting on the stool I set up for him in front of the back storm door, batting at the window. I went to see why, and saw a couple of glowing eyes staring back at me.
The black cat from the furniture warehouse next door was sitting on the back steps, which was just WRONG as far as Luke was concerned.
The warehouse cat has a stealth advantage in the dark. He could teach these guys a few things.
That is, after he’s done annoying the boy. Priorities, ya know.

I am like the wind; you can’t see me even though you know I’m there. Well, except for the smell. Sorry about that. Bad tuna.
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