When I said my porch is the neighborhood hangout, I wasn’t kidding. Last night, I glanced outside and mistakenly thought Salem and his buddy were hanging out – but then I realized that Salem had gotten fatter and grown out his hair.
And then I realized it wasn’t Salem.
It was pretty clear that Salem isn’t a fan of his bigger, hairier twin. He hissed at him and wouldn’t even go outside, which meant his little tabby friend was left hanging. And by the way he was peering inside my house, I know the little guy was waiting for an invite.