Not too long ago, a cat showed up in my yard.  Nothing unusual about that.  I have really good chipmunks.  Many cats in the neighborhood pass through for a sunny nap and a quick snack. 

 

The unusual thing about this cat’s arrival is that he hasn’t departed.  Yes, I gave him a name.   Humphrey has his own dish and water bowl, and I even made him a little bed. 

 

It turns out that Humphrey is not a stray.  He lives with Debbie and Skip down the street.  Or, he used to live there.  Now he’s living in both places, and he seems to answer to both his names—he’s Gizmo to Debbie and Skip.

 

There’s another reason I write about Humphrey/Gizmo.  Debbie has Black Horse Pike photographs, and she has generously offered to share them with me for possible inclusion in the book. 

 

So not only was it a delight to have a cute kitty around to help with yardwork, but I've also met some great neighbors.  I just can’t help wondering how Humphrey/Gizmo knew I was writing that book…

 

Till next time,

 

Jill.