I See You

 I  occasionally see cats crossing the yard. There's a fat orange one, a long haired old orange one, and a solid black one.  Now there's a new one, and he doesn't seem feral. Maybe he was tossed out last summer when the idiot dumped all the cat litter along the road.
  I went to bed last night at 8. A few hours later I got up to see what sad, loud, slightly annoying musical the guys were watching. Les Miserables. It was then that Ken told me a cat was sitting at the basement window. I am his only friend/ally in this house.  Don't worry, little Jesse Pinknose.

Not pleased at all

See the old round birdcage being reflected?

This is a different one-- he's got black feet

I like how the birdcage reflection became a part of his head.