His name is Aleister Meowley.
He ran right up to me as I was passing his house on my way to the market.
This is when he decided to give the camera a good sniffing.
I encountered Mr. Meowley's owner shortly after our photo session. She claimed that Aleister had just shown up years earlier and chose her as his person friend . . . just like a witch's familiar.
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