Hence his moniker.  Here he is, again, in the flesh … or fur.  Unable to escape the green vault and its tempting breakfast. 

I had to arrange his escape again, this time with a 2X4.

How many times am I going to have to do this?

A preponderance of my blog posts largely concerns animals in the neighborhood; they outnumber the posts on this “writing” blog about my finished projects.  This suggests a lot about my productivity. 

I couldn’t resist sharing the surprise photo I snatched of MamaCat’s incredibly large brother, about whom I’ve told you people before.  There he is — about five feet away from the camera.  You kind of can’t grasp his troubling size, because of … perspective.  Or physics or something, I don’t know.

My point is — this guy is huge.  And scraggly.  And he has a feral look in his eyes that might hold the deaths of the unwary, I dunno.

Enough about the “coywolves” that are all over the news (thanks for that link, Len Ornstein); I’m the first to break the news on the new housecat-sabertooth tiger hybrid species.

… even before my second cup of coffee.  Because the perils of the backlot dumpster are as follows: it tempts a young masked rascal with delicious fare, THEN OFFERS NO ESCAPE FROM ITS HIGH GREEN VAULT WALLS.

I built a hasty makeshift ladder for the unfortunate snacker out of milk crates that I placed in the green prison, then helpfully pantomimed climbing a ladder.  Yes, the neighbors undoubtedly wondered why I was playing charades with a dumpster, but I endeavor to lead a life in which I am unconcerned with the opinions of others.

My friend was gone even before I could return to snap a pic with my cell phone!

Now, more coffee.