The Guest in the Garden
When I looked down from my terrace this afternoon, this is what I saw:
This orange fellow lives in the building next door. I would like to make friends with him but every time I try he runs away, meowing at the top of his lungs. Once I even found him in the stairwell of my building. The moment we saw each other, he flew down the stairs, a frantic orange blur.
Well, I hope he had a nice rest.