He is shiny, sleek and tricky as a shadow. His black on black markings showing only in the brightest light. He is almost unphotographable. He is not ours, but lets us feed and entertain him for now – he’ll leave when BB2 does, and we'll miss his flashing eyes and the fun he adds to our house. I'll even miss his laying in wait – hiding behind the door, charging down the hallway at me, leaping through the air, and swatting gently at my leg as he flies past. Sometimes he's elegant. Sometimes he trips over his own feet.
Mostly he makes us laugh. Occasionally he makes is curse. He is 100% a man’s cat, with BB2 having prime place. He knows when BB2 is hurting and stays near. He’ll sit with me if no one else is around. He chats with us as we come and go, keeps an eye on everything, and catches moths out of mid-air. That skill alone makes him a keeper to me.