Wallace

I don't know this cat's name, so I will call him Wallace. Wallace is an old black cat who roams our neighbourhood. He has been known to peek into my bedroom window and spook Nina, at least on one occasion. Ever since, Nina peers longingly and intently into the back yard from said window, hoping to exchange strange cat-body language gestures and growling sounds one might never have thought would be possible for a cat to produce.

Poor old Wallace—he seems weary and tired. He didn't know if he wanted to deal with me or not. He ran up to me, and then he jerked rather suddenly when I reached out to touch him, and he walked away. He was not mean, just a little bit skittish. I like Wallace.