But suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. She ran into the brush when a truck pulled up, but came back when they left:

The look on her face said as clear as day: "You gonna finish that chicken sandwich?" So I tore off a chunk of chicken, and tossed it to her. She dug in:

And then I tossed her more, and more.

I was going to call her Andre, after the film; but seeing as she's calico, the odds are 3000 to 1 that she's an Andrea.
But eventually, the chicken was gone.

I tried tossing her some baked potato, but...

Miracle of miracles, she didn't hop in the car and come home with me. But then, I won't be heading home until Friday...







