I saw the King this morning. He was slinking after a squirrel. Then he saw me, came over, meowed, and let me pet him. Then he walked off and took a bath.

It’s good to be the King.

A few weeks ago I saw a cat sitting outside of my apartment building. I looked at his tag and called the number.  Maybe he was lost. No answer.  I assumed it was a “he,” don’t ask me why but he looked healthy. Didn’t look lost either.I pet him and the cat meowed and I left for work. A few days later I saw him up the block. I passed by and said hello and he meowed back. Then this morning I saw him around the corner, standing guard. I wasn’t worried about him anymore.