Mark and I were watching cable (Signs, in fact) and I noticed it was snowing really hard. All of the sudden, I got a wild hair up my ass to go take a walk in the snow since it looked so beautiful and it might be one of the last snowstorms of the year. We were walking straight down Hyder and all of the sudden this van stops, swerves and drives on. Out in the middle of the street is a cat I swear was not there moments before. We went and looked for footprints in case it was just a case of the driver swerving to miss a local cat out for a walk but it did look like there was a little circle of prints next to the van tracks but none leading to that place.
So we coaxed him out and the cat let Mark carry him the entire 7 or 8 blocks home. He's pretty well-fed and very calm and friendly, but he has a huge scar behind one ear and another across the bridge of his nose. Mark thinks the one behind his ear looks like a cigarette burn.
I'm calling him Tybalt.
Anyone want a cat?