On an uncharacteristically warm day in the winter of 2006, I was playing with my 18-month-old in the little grassy space in the middle of our cul-de-sac. This area held a wooden gazebo thing that had some ornamental grasses growing along one side. On this day, our little hangout also held a cat.
We couldn't see this cat. But oh, could we hear him! "Meow...meOW...MEEOW...murrROWWW!"
Finally managing to catch a glimpse of the purveyor of this fine feline vocal artistry, we discovered that it was an orange tabby that appeared to be blind in one eye. He was clearly wary of humans, so we gave him his space, but he continued to serenade us over the next few afternoons.