A new tomcat is in the 'hood. We don't know his name. We feed him even though we know he lives two doors down. But we're a sucker for a hungry cat. He looks like our girl cat, Misu (ME-soo). But since he's a boy, I call him El Misú. And you need to say it like Antonio Banderas or it doesn't count. He comes by and visits. A staring contest ensues. Eventually, El Misú growls or hisses and then I close the door.