the pitch-black wraith

The other day he appeared in my flat without using the door or a window to come in, although a few moments ago I had left him outside.
And my flat is in the first floor…
„Hey, boy. Where do you come from?“ I asked.
He answered a quick „meow“ and went, with the tail up, straight to his bowl.
There he sat in all self-evidence and without revealing anything about his magic-trick.
And I wished more than ever that cats could speak the human language…

Here we have my tomcat named „Ubik“.
He is much more lovely than he looks like on this picture, but he is not so amused about cameras  so I only get his grumpy-cat-side.
But I have to be happy, that he is kind enough to stay until I took a picture.

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