Today I attempted to catch the Mayor of Wolcott St.
Always on a mission he trots back and forth in front of the house several times a day, makes a point of sniffing the backs of all the parked cars, and is generally very curious about anything going on in the immediate neighborhood.
I guess one of the other strays in the gang rebelled and the Mayor was injured in a coup...a big wound to the back of his head, and looking rather unhappy about it. With the help of a couple of neighbors I managed to pick him up and get him into a cardboard box which he promptly wormed his way back out of--probably had a meeting to attend or something...but maybe he'll be more available tomorrow when I bring around the hard-shell cat carrier and a nice can of tuna.
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