I was out on the front porch enjoying my morning coffee. Coming down the alley way from easy child's house I see a cat, at first I think it is her cat Simba. I think to myself, now why is he wandering this far? Simba is a scaredy cat and doesn't wander very far away from his yard. So I watch him. Then I notice he has white socks. Then I'm ticked. I'm trying to figure out how on earth Bruce managed to get out of the house and not mention actually off the porch (Bruce always wants outside although he's actually terrified to be outside from being a stray as a kitten) So I start calling him and doing the lil cat call I do. He responds and comes at a trot. So I keep calling him. He comes into the driveway. Now Bruce is always stubborn about going into the house unless I"m the one that goes to pick him up. As long as it's me he'll stand still, everyone else he runs. (I think I mentioned he's not too bright) So I go to pick him up......he darts away. Rinse and repeat about 5 times. By now I have a running commentary going on with him. How if he doesn't let me put him back inside he's going to find himself an outside cat super fast. I don't put up with animals running from me. My take is, you're my furbaby, you will be loved, well cared for, and spoiled. If you're too stupid to appreciate it by running off (especially repeatedly) then go for it. I don't do the chase and hunt deal. Miffed at him I told him fine, he could stay outside then! And he just sauntered off. I came in to give husband his morning medications. Bruce is lying on the kitchen table dozing. I think I need another large cup of coffee while I try to figure out where his clone came from.