14 April 2017 – It’s a bright afternoon.
Neighbourhood pussycats are lying in the warming earth of front yard gardens …
stretching their bodies — from toes to belly to ear-tips — to the sun.
I leave the groomed residential street, & tuck myself into a nearby scruffy commercial alley.
Unless something dire has happened, I am about to revisit one of my favourite pussycats.
And there he is.