We had just come home from a walk in the park when it caught my eye. It was far away, but first my nose and then my eyes zeroed in on it.
It was the Bartons’ cat. I don’t know its name, or even if it’s male or female, but I don’t like cats on general principles, end of story. This cat is always hiding out underneath the canopy of the Japanese maple that hangs over the sidewalk, and normally it’s not this bold in broad daylight. But there it was, lying there on the sidewalk, steering right back at me.