Capone

He has definitely gotten himself a spot in the heart of everyone who lives along our little lane. One would often find him curled up on top of some car in the garage, most likely one that has just driven in and with the engine still hot. The ginger cat with the sure, relaxed, almost arrogant gait is no other than Capone. He is a neighbour's cat, but in reality he must feel like he's everyone's master. When he fancies it, he'll be quite friendly and follow you around. But on occasions, he won't even flinch or respond to your whistles because he is on an agenda. Once I saw him on top of the roof trying to catch some birds... poor Capone the bell around his neck is a dead giveaway.

For two days he was with us. One early morning, I was about to head off to work... I opened the door and suddenly an orange thing bolted to the doorstep. Ah, ol' Capone must be freezing outside! But there's no way I would let him in. So I closed the door behind me, and walked off. His stares must have made me turn back; in no time I have opened the door again for him and he ran straight in... I headed off to work. He has been sleeping on the comfy white chair the whole day. In the evening, he wouldn't leave even with much prodding. He'll sniff the cold night's air, take one step and turn back to jump onto the chair he's taken as territory. He slept on the beanbag for half the night, when I realised (for the second half) that he's taken the liberty to share my duvet. Sneaky!

The second day and second night he was still making himself comfortable around the place. Sniffing around, curious of every single thing, even the papers and crosswords. Now who wouldn't fall in love and want to keep such a sweet (although sneaky, sometimes snobbish furball)?

The look of a cat who thinks he's better than anybody else. Crosswords eh?... I found myself a new challenger!

Capone now deep in concentration, even he couldn't figure out some of the impossibly difficult words!