Victorian Gentleman
02-11-08, 23:20
Samson the muscle cat has just moved in the house two drives down my street with his new neighbors. He cuts a handsome figure, it cannot be denied. . dressed in fetching beachwear fashionably styled from the halcyon days of the French twenties.
But, it's two in the morning and he is perched on my bird bath as a podium of sorts and going through several poses and is surrounded by a gaggle of admiring Felines, including my own Russian Blue. Every time he spins around to unleash yet another striking pose, a caterwauling roar of approval erupts, rendering me awake.
It all seems harmless fun, and I don't really want to throw any boots out of the window as they always scamper off with them and covert them into little houses for mice.
But, it's two in the morning and he is perched on my bird bath as a podium of sorts and going through several poses and is surrounded by a gaggle of admiring Felines, including my own Russian Blue. Every time he spins around to unleash yet another striking pose, a caterwauling roar of approval erupts, rendering me awake.
It all seems harmless fun, and I don't really want to throw any boots out of the window as they always scamper off with them and covert them into little houses for mice.