The big orange cat -- we're calling him 'Tigger' -- was happily rolling around on the warm sidewalk out front, but when he saw me taking his picture he had to come see me. He has a low-pitched, raspy 'mrrrrow' -- as far to the other end of the tone spectrum from Tabby's high-pitched peeps as could possibly be. He and Tabby are getting along fine; but Teensy is a bit afraid of him. Teensy is big -- but Tigger is bigger.
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