Callie was called upon by a tomcat last night, and once it was light enough in the morning for her to go outside and into the backyard safely, I opened up the slider and Callie didn’t even make it past the door jam before she stopped to inhale the scent of Romeo’s calling card. It was intoxicating, to say the least. She then proceeded to check out all of the olive trees, oleander bushes, and the back wall. She knew exactly where he had been. At one time she would have had her hackles up and been totally outraged and indignant, now she seems interested and curious. Nothing like playing hard to get, to turn a feline on like little miss hard to get, Callie. I wonder if her suitor will ever show himself in the light of day?