George

One day a coupe of weeks ago the girls got up and were eating their breakfast at the kitchen table. When I opened up the curtains we found a big, fat black cat sitting right on our back porch. We had never seen him before and it was so odd the way he was just sitting there as if he was waiting for us. Over the next hour the girls watched him play in the back yard. He batted a tree branches, climbed on our patio furniture and ran around in the yard. He eventually left and the girls were so upset.

Then again, a few days ago, George (as we decided to name him) came back!