know I was there; she thought I was
gone because the car was gone. I
heard Panther barking in the
backyard, looked out, and there was
Fufi, scaling the wall. She’d jumped,
scampered up the last couple of
feet, and then she was gone.
I couldn’t believe this was
happening. I ran out front, grabbed
my bicycle, and followed her to see
where she was going. She went a
long way, many streets over, to
another part of the neighborhood.
Then she went up to this other
house and jumped over their wall
and into their backyard. What the
hell was she doing? I went up to the