Given the strict rules the kitty boys apply to each other’s use of their favorite perches, I was surprised to see Dougy on Andy’s light stand.

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“What’s up, McDougall,” I asked him. “What if Andrew sees you on his light stand?”

Dougy was motionless. I know the pose: He was on the hunt, but what was there to hunt inside the apartment?

“Good grief! Go for it, kitty boy! Go for it!” 

And he did.