Tiger

We have a notorious feral cat problem in our neighborhood (the problem is notorious not the cats). Notorious because we've heard so much about it though our HOA, but never actually experienced it ourselves. (Maybe it's the dogs in our yard that have kept that nuisance to a minimum?) In any case, we got a visit from a cat (AKA Tiger) this week who stayed with us for all of one morning. He spent half the time on our back step, crying to come in—which he did after Maya opened the door for him. Ugh. Then he spent the second half of his stay, swinging high in our tree, while Radar circled the base of it. Poor Tiger. (You're wondering how he got down, perhaps? Well, he fell. The girls were horrified and expectant Radar too slow. Tiger hissed and ran back up the tree—but selected a less precarious location the second time around.)