A black kitty visited my yard today, and my cat just watched it. Usually she runs stray cats off, even if they are bigger than her. This one she allowed to lie in a shady spot on the front walk for quite a while. She sat and looked at it from twenty feet away, then casually walked into the house when I opened the door. I used to have two black cats, Dude and Touche, both long dead now. Maybe Sugar remembers them. She was afraid of Dude, who was twice her size and disliked her intensely, and frequently attacked her. She was fascinated by his brother, Touche, who also disliked her, but who seldom attacked her. She used to try to play with Touche's tail while he was eating, and he would make an disgruntled meow and sometimes hiss, but then would ignore her. I think maybe today's black cat reminded her of the others, and awakened her old fear and fascination, and that's why she let it be.
There were puffy white clouds today, and now they are illuminated by the half moon. Since nothing in particular is happening here on the ground, it's nice to have something going on in the sky for a change. I was surprised to see that the moon is already half full. (I see it as half full- I guess that makes me an optimist.) Time flies when you're nearly comatose from the heat.