Preamble: I can't help that I love cats, they get a bad rap, and they shouldn't because well, they should be worshipped like biblical prophets of yore.
A new neighbor moved in next door, a single lady, she looks like a rougher version of Stevie Nicks, because she wears flowing gypsy skirts with scarfs and has long unruly hair. Anyway, I decided I didn't like this neighbor because 1. I often make horrible pop judgements. 2. She didn't take care of her backyard and 3. She was weird. And Then. I saw her cat. Tim and I were minding our own business doing yard work, when I decided to mind my own business and peek over her fence to see if she had cleaned up her backyard, and that is when I saw HIM. He was Persian, with long grayish whitish fur, staring right back at me, like a statue cat. I was in love. I peeked over later and he hadn't moved. I yelled at Tim to come see this creature, and Tim fell in love too (we'll pretend he did). There was something about this cat that was hysterical too. His face said to me "you are a worthless human, get away with you, good day." From then on it was my mission in life (albeit not the same as my youth mission to New Mexico that I hated). No this mission was very important, I need to see this cat again! 4 weeks went by with only small sightings by Tim, who would see Phantom Cat in the early dawn or I would see a fleeting snippet of tail go around the corner. I was determined to get a picture. 2 days ago, I walked past the Stevie Nicks Gypsy house with my mail when I caught a grey smashed-in-face-fluff-ball out of the corner of my eye, it was HIM! I ran home with the mail, ran inside to get my camera and then like SWAT snuck slowly slowly up to him, I was able to get one picture and he was not happy with me. For your viewing pleasure here is Phantom Statue Cat.