#strays.

It is a he, as far as I reckon, and he likes to laze about in the shade of our potted plants, lying on his side, simply content to be. 

He is predominantly dark gray all over, his coat intermittently striped with lighter streaks of gray. He wears a collar around his neck, and yet, I see him so very often in my yard.

Why is he here? I wonder. Who is his owner? Aren't they worried about their cat?

Sometimes I watch him through the blinds of my window minutes at a time, sometimes I merely glance at him in passing. Sometimes, in a daze, I wonder what it would be like, to be a cat, to not have worries, hopes, dreams, frustrations, anger, humanity.