Helpful to a degree, but does not so much as cast the furtively odd glance at the problem of all the stray cats suddenly strutting, appearing and staring at you 3 am through the sliding glass door all je accuse and whatnot.
I speak mainly about Baltimore Von Gruppenstadt des St. Germaine - Blackie, for short. The cat clad in black with a chalk rub of white on its throat. I feed the fellow a chunky spoonful of of chewies now, ok, but fall (to say nothing of winter) ain't as far off as it was when we were kids.
Where did he come from? And, more importantly, where does he go?