At about two o’clock on a brilliant sunny holiday afternoon, I looked up from my mostly finished plate of turkey-and-all, gazed out at the stray’s food bowls, and said: “WHO is THAT?”

She looked around over her shoulder and out the window and said

I don’t know … and we were both up out of our chairs in a second. Stealthily.

About 45 total minutes later he

was in the kittytrap, and about an hour after that he was cozy, nearing tame, and as you can see, deep into a gratitude trance of his own.

He’ll be even more ecstatic in the morning I think, because at daybreak they say it’ll be well below freezing and beginning to snow hard.

Which should make for a good day to consider all the things on digital paper like this right here.