Sorry folks, no thrash-y pop or R&B here but a feline that roams the streets of Harbourfront.
Not that it was roaming.
Thousands must have walked past the Great Cat of the South.
Needless to say they are my favorite creature. It remains to be seen if natural selection would chip away at its feral instinct. After all they are well fed and some remain oblivious to a hydrogen bomb as they sleep, but one day we might run our course and the tree of life might be re-written.
It did wake up startled and cautious, letting fly a ferocious meow.
Such a darling.
And I head off to my sunset.