This morning while reading the Globe on the porch - it was early - a large cat walked up Lockwood - fat tail swishing. He was dropping a periodic meow now and then. Not a plaintive cry but kinda 'I want something' - built into it. He was a little annoyed as well. Everything just bugged him, something had to give, and somebody had to pay. He gets to the corner and plops down, looks around, lets out a couple of more yowls. Nothing. He sees me on the porch doin' not much at all - clearly a part of the problem - and he walks across the road - stopping in the middle of the street. Two more yowls from his new post got directed at me - 'what's the matter with you, man - get yourself right," the cries say. I kept gawking and Leo wasn't backing down. He walks all the way across the road then stops again - this time on the sidewalk in front of our place. Two more loud meows - GET. YOUR. SHIT. TOGETHER, MAN! it said.
