Not my cat

There’s a neighborhood cat who uses our backyard as a shortcut several times a day.  This cat, the one we see the most often (not the only one, though), is probably the one responsible for all the cat poop I keep finding while weeding the flower beds.  That’s not a fun discovery when you’re on your hands and knees.  Good thing I wear gloves.

I’m pretty sure he has claimed our yard as his own (I’m not sure he’s a he, but whatever).  The other day, he was sitting on the gravel path when another cat wandered through.  There was no hissing, no spitting, and no fighting.  Just glaring.  There might have been growling.  That other cat hurried on out of there.

I’ll get a picture one of these days.

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