Cappy Tom, a Pretty Little Killer

He’s a green-eyed devil and a long, lanky stalker with a flicking tail. Snakes and glass lizards enter our yard at their own peril. He trotted up to the front door with one between his teeth just the other morning. It looked dead and for while it played possum on my welcome mat. But it didn’t stand a chance when it tried to sneak away under Cappy’s watchful eye. Cappy likes to go ninja on the family pooch, Fred, whenever he feels like it for no doggie discernible reason. For the most part, Cappy comes and goes as he pleases. He visits various cat ladies’ houses in the neighborhood and samples their cat chow too. He can be quite demanding at times and totally self-sufficient at others. He prefers to do his business outdoors and that suits me fine, although in case of emergency, he knows the way to my bathroom. I hadn't planned on introducing him to my husband because I didn’t think he was planning to come this far north when he came stateside this weekend, but he did. They met and for the duration of the visit Cappy smartly decided to stay off the table. They got along fine.