I know you people are enjoying the kitten saga, because their pictures and updates get more hits than my stories or poetry.  (Thanks for that.)  Allow me to share with you, then, an unsettling ancillary subplot.

MamaCat has a brother.  We know this because the family markings are unmistakable.  He continues to live in the wild.  He’s got that scraggly, wild, feral look.

And he’s huge.

This is the second time the patches of woods in and around Bay Shore have yielded an apparent Supercat.  (The other giant, smoky-colored black cat is equally daunting.)  I don’t know why members of Felis Catus in suburban New York are attaining the size of smaller bobcats, but it’s happening.

Anyway, it make me think of that 70’s-tastic split-screen-effect- extravaganza, “The Food of the Gods.”  I was actually unaware that this was an H.G. Wells adaptation.  I just remember it being a Saturday afternoon movie that enthralled me when I was a kid.

If I succeed in getting a picture of Huge Uncle, or the radioactive food source that almost certainly nourishes him, I will definitely post it.