Considering how often Watchcat Collette has sat in the living room window for more than six years, it's puzzling that my brother has never seen her there when driving by. One recent afternoon, Collette jumped out of the window--just as I saw a white car that could have been my brother's turn onto my street. I thought, "It wouldn't surprise me if Collette timed her exit that way. Apparently, she's determined to retain some degree of mystery--or defiance."
