The cat scratches my extended hand when I bend down to check for a tag on the
collar. The claws are razor sharp and don’t draw blood, but I feel the sting. No tag.
Hmmm. I don’t recognize the cat who has been hanging around our five-acre property for
about two weeks, but cats come and go in this area because of living off a busy highway,
if you know what I mean. She is all black with long white whiskers, the longest I have
ever seen on a cat. I can hear her rumbling purr from where I stand over her. It is
intoxicating! I miss having a cat around since our big orange tabby Barney ...
