This svelte, black cat is a frequent visitor to our yard. I’ve seen her prowling about at all times of the day and night. Yet her sleek coat and obvious good health make clear that she has a home and is well-cared-for.
In the slide show, she’s investigating our untidy raised flower bed, probably sniffing out a bird, or some other small creature, but obviously without success, because just a few seconds later she quit the scratchy thicket.
I told a feline-loving friend of once seeing this cat kill a dove. The friend took it philosophically. “Cats will be cats,” she said