The new cat - #15 - came inside under his own power this evening ... not
without a bit of trickery on my part.

I put the food bowl down on the bottom step and sat down beside it - he
came to eat. I gradually moved it to the porch, and finially inside the
front door. When he went inside to eat, I closed the storm door.

Obviously, he is used to being inside and he knows what doors are for.

When last seen, he was behind the old TV in a corner of the living room.

He's a *classic* tabby: whorls instead of stipes on his side, butterflies
on his shoulders, and a pronounced M on his forehead. I still haven't
seen him in really good light so I'm still not sure exactly what variation
of gray he is, but he is definitely handsome.

I've never had a classic tabby before.

BTW, all is quiet, at least for the moment.

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T.E.D. )