For over a week now, I had noticed a little tomcat hiding in the underbrush. Normally, I, being a very attractive kitty (if I may say so myself), would take this for granted; and when he approaches quietly and modestly - I like that in a boy.

But this little fellow didn't seem to be as much on the lookout for love as for room and board. Hell, he couldn't even catch a mouse and feed himself!

Now, that's something I'm not  keen on: destitute live-in lovers!