This mainly white cat showed up at the back door. She had a tag so she belongs to someone and she looked well-fed and healthy. Blackwell was the most curious of our two and he and this stranger were nose-to-nose through the glass in the door.
The stranger didn't seem alarmed by either of our cats or even by me taking pictures of her. (I assume she was a "she", just by the looks of her.) She walked around the yard and even lay down for awhile on our patio.
Muggles checked her out but after a short look he wandered off.
She posed for my camera and the girl, even with a moustache, could melt any cat-lover's heart.
A friend of ours, Carol, sent us a Christmas card and a book of poems "written" by cats. Here is one of them.
O Christmas Tree
O come on
O like you didn't know
What you were getting for Christmas
before I ripped open all your gifts
O by the way
The tree looks better on its side
O I really do think so