Cats live in wisteria….or at least that’s what Milo believes, because that’s where we always see the neighbor’s cat. One day during dinner the cat jumped on our window sill and peered into our living room, and Milo was absolutely smitten. He “talked” about it for days afterwards. “Gat!” is one of the few words he says, always pointing up at the vines, always on the lookout for a kitty sighting. This morning Cat happened to be sitting in the wisteria as we were getting into the car, so we got a nice long look at him. By the bye, the wisteria here is just starting to bloom, old venerable specimens that swath porches and trellises with droopy lavender blooms. Each time I see it I resolve to plant it at our house some day….far in the future.