a cat and a half, briefly

This is our cat Bambino. He is fond of my big preggy belly.

This is Molly.

Molly likes to come into our house for a scratch…

or a nibble…

…but Molly is Not Our Cat. She belongs to our next-door neighbor. Theoretically.

However, morning, noon, and night, Molly comes to visit. Mostly to nibble.

If we do not immediately let her in, she flings her body against the sliding glass door and pounds on it with her paws, arms outstretched, like Dustin Hoffman at the end of The Graduate.

(I wish I had a photo of this. You’ll have to just visualize.)

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Addendum:

Opportunity struck this evening. I had to act fast. (You try photographing a moving cat at night with a camera-phone!)

This is it:

ELAINE! ELAINE!!!!