The Drummer Chronicles, Part One

I know I've posted about this cat ad nauseum on Facebook, but not everyone I know is on Facebook, so here's some more Drummer for you. For those of you who don't know, Drummer is my neighbor's cat. He really is more like a dog - he really is more like the late great Benny, my beloved black and white Jack Russell Terrier. More on him in a separate post. Anyway, it's time you met Drummer. He comes over a lot in the wintertime. He usually has a morning snooze and then I put him out. Today, he came by and looked at me balefully. I was sitting in his chair. As soon as I got up, he popped up and had a little snooze. Then he had an asthma attack. Pretty standard morning for him. Then, he cleaned himself. Then he went outside to kick some ass. He's pretty much a thug in our 'hood. He likes to hang out in the street, like a punk-ass. The FedEx and the UPS guys all love him. They recognize a kindred spirit, a brother. Then, he spends the day reconnoitering and muscling his way around the various yards. He kicks ass and takes names. Possums, squirrels, rabbits, birds, other cats. Fuhgettaboutit. It's Drummer's world, and we all just visit it. Love that cat.