Mister Midnight - Tuesday, October 13th, 2009
“Mister Midnight” isn’t his real name. I don’t know if he has one. I don’t think anyone actually owns him — not with the amount of time he spends sleeping in my yard. He’s lean but not scrawny with shiny, black fur and bright yellow eyes. I’m actually only assuming it’s a male because he’s got a large head. He seems to be clean and must be well-fed because he’s never begged for food. Most of the time if you disturb him he glares and then puts his head back down.
Sometimes he’s not there. He took off for a few days after the last time Kitti mowed the grass, but most of the time he’s there any time you look. Curled up. Right at the corner of the porch.
Neil Gaiman has a story about a cat that battles demons and protects his house. I’m glad I read the story, but at the same time I wish I hadn’t because I wonder what “Mister Midnight” is keeping away from us.
