The Grey Cat

Sometimes when I look out my kitchen I can see an easy-going grey cat strolling through the unkempt maze of overgrown rose bushes and broken sidewalk squares in the yard next door. I think she actually lives a couple buildings down, but I've noticed she has a Benji-style array of fence-holes, abandoned lumber, and construction buckets to implement in her comings and goings to this yard. Sometimes when I see her sunning herself I beckon down to her, "Hello, Grey Cat!" and she turns around, finds me peering out my third story window and gives me a chirp back. She reminds me a lot of my first cat Skeeter, who I also called "the Grey Cat."