If these cats could talk...

I've come to realize that the stray cats that live around our property in Fort Langley have a top-secret-espionage complex.

I'll be walking along the road, and I'll see a cat come walking along. When he spots me, he suddenly crouches and freezes-stiff on the spot (as if that would somehow camouflage him).

I usually say at this point, "hey kitty... what'chya doing?"

His response is a look that says, "Dang! I've been spotted!" and he dashes away, probably radioing another cat: "code red, code red, a #3652 is headed down road A5!"

I laughed all the way down the driveway the other night after one of these encounters.
Aaaaah... the joy of laughing at something that's funny enough to laugh at alone...