Bootsy, our cat, has apparently made a few friends. When I looked out the kitchen window, onto my back deck, I saw him lounging lazily on the porch rail. And then I looked again. There was another cat, a white one with brown and orange splotches sitting on the table. I looked at her. She looked at me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
She stared at me, her eyes wide.
Apparently Bootsy didn't care, because he wasn't chasing her away.
Then I looked again. Another cat - a white one, was sitting under the chair.
"Bootsy, what are you doing out there with all these cat friends?"
He got up and stretched.
I went outside. All the cats but Bootsy took off. "Sorry, Bootsy. I'm sending your lady friends home. We will not have a cat party on my deck today, thank you very much!"