Hunter hangs around in strange places. Sometimes he is curled up in the bathroom sink or jumps up on the kitchen stove, then to the top of the refrigerator, and then onto the top of the kitchen cabinets and stares down at me washing dishes.
In winter I cover the firewood with a tarp to keep the rain and snow away and Hunter crawls under the tarp and if one didn’t know better they’d think there was a ghost under the tarp because the surface moves as he crawls along.
When I come back from the store shopping if he is in the driveway he ambles across like an old man and I must blow the horn to chase him out of the way or if he is close by when I come home I’ll blow the horn and he runs up and sits at the front door waiting for it to open then after five minutes he sits by the front door crying to go out.
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