Is This What T. S. Eliot Had in Mind When He Wrote

Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats?

This little fellow apparently has found a home under my house. Since I have cats that live outside in my back yard and I feed them at my back door, imagine my surprise to see little Pablo trying to eat cat food the other morning.  One of the cats was just sitting there, watching him. The poor thing can barely chew the food. I'm guessing he's an orphan, but he has the instincts that God gave him to know when he's got a good thing going.  As long as it's live and let live, I'm okay with him hanging around.