for years i've been writing julia about a neighborhood cat that resembles her schmoo, the princess of all cats. last sunday i happened to have my f401 at hand when i bumped into the look-alike.
in stealth mode (blurry from unsteady zoomming)
sexy catwalk, note those radar ears
posing for the camera
stop following me, woman!
for years i'd see her almost every morning just sitting at the top of the drive way. she'd let me come real close but would move when i tried to touch her. now i only see her every once in a while, when she comes down the common yard, licking her lips and looking at the mallards.
you know, now that i've watched her at length, she doesn't really look all that much like schmoo. her hair isn't as dark and her face is way too pointy. she may even be a he. in that case, schmoo would kick his ass for trying to look like her.
there is another cat in the neighborhood whom i haven't seen for a while. she's short haired, slender, and black. she's the most sinuous cat ever. but she wouldn't let me come near. i wonder where she went.
