earl's.the.prom.queen.

Earl is the neighbor's cat. He's so cool. He pretty much owns the neighborhood, and routinely gets into fights with other cats who try and encroach on his territory. He ends up with scratches, but you should see the other cats. The beauty of earl is how he's managed to make everyone like him. Even people who are allergic to or don't like cats still admire and respect him. He knows how to work people- rubs up against your legs and acts all cute, tries to sneak into the house, curls up on the porch railing looking inside to the kitchen- he's brilliant. Though not technically a cat person, earl won me over and i have to say, i'm infatuated. I talk about him to other people (who couldn't care less), i gush over him when i see him lurking, and i give him way more freedom than i would with any other cat. Recently though, he's been really bad. A bird was found in the neighbor's driveway, and it was missing its head. I found a mouse on our front walk in the same condition. While this would end the relationship if he were any other cat, earl seems to get a pass- like a cute little boy is sometimes excused with a quick "boys will be boys." All of a sudden, i realized that earl is like that popular girl in school- the one who's really mean and horrible, but is so pretty and confident that you like her anyway, and want her to like you. While i can say that i'm beyond the whole high school popularity contest, i apparently can't say the same for felines.