Or so I thought for a couple of seconds.
Leaving the house this morning there he was; a sold black cat, fluffy tail, pointed face - and a glare baleful enough to curdle milk at 100 paces. I stared at him; he scowled mistrustfully back at me*. I approached him; he retreated.
It was, without a doubt, the Krumpdaddy.
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