I've seen this cat around my laneway a half-dozen times before, and I've seen its pawprints in the snow every night that we've had soft snow. It followed me to my door tonight as I was coming home; I didn't let it in, for fear of how Shakespeare might react to this neighbourhood resident he, too, has seen outside the apartment through my study window as this new one looked in, but I laid out some dry food and water. It ate something, at least.



