New Home, Old Home

One weekend evening, spurred by the excitement, we peddled to what would be our new home in the new year. It took all of fifteen minutes, moseying through the park connectors, for us to reach the overhead bridge, overlooking our soon-to-be home. We peered curiously at the residents jogging on the threadmills in the gym, and others frolicking in the pool. And proceeded to wander around the neighbourhood, getting acquainted with the many friendly feline residents nearby.

One not very sociable feline friend was sitting on a ledge, refusing to be enticed down by Our Friend's vigorous meowing.

What? As opposed to DEAD ones?? Strange ads received at the soon-to-be Old Home.