An orange cat named Samson...

...lives in the apartment above mine. Samson's fur splays outward like spilt marmalade and now, as i watch him saunter across the tree-laden street, he seems in his odd, cartoonish element. He dives headlong into a Juniper bush flushing out a black streak of a cat who darts towards a yard further down the street.
Samson ambles back to the apartment buildings, slow and at ease.