Mr. Moustache Goes on a Trip

Evacuation Report: A Room with a View

My cat was adopted from a encounter; I looked out my window, down into the narrow 10 foot space below my window into an ‘alley’. There he was, a little face, looking up at me, with a combination of curiosity and fear. A soft grey color, with a blaze of white on his upper lip he could be characterized as a “American Tuxedo Tabby”. I tell people he is ‘always dressed’ for a formal occasion, just add a bow tie to his ensemble.