the stray.

dad brought back a stray cat from the new house construction site.
nearly full grown i think, i really have no idea what to expect from this.
in fact, this guy was too familiar.
when the site was still just a pile of rubble,
i found him. it seemed docile.
he let me pet him.
at least for a while,
before he scratched me.
no one ever tell him to not bite the hand that fed?
only it wasn't a bite, and i didn't quite feed.
hmm.

maybe after a good bath and much tender loving care,
he'd be a handsome devil.

he'll be good for the mice.
the mice problem i mean.
i expect to see bodies in the morning.


pictures soon.