This is Boots. Or, maybe not... these days I'm just calling him "Cat."
Until recently Boots had an evil twin (henceforth his alter-ego will be known as "Evil Boots," as the felines are nearly identical in appearance). While Boots became a frequent and playful backyard guest, the aloof Evil Boots lurked at distance. To complete the Jekyll and Hyde dynamic Boots and Evil Boots scuffled regularly, presumably over Alpha-Cat status.
Then Boots' owners started packing up to move away. And since Boots had become an almost daily part of my existence I began to mentally prepare for life without my feline friend.
But this is when things got real confusing.
When the neighbors moved Evil Boots disappeared, and Boots remained.
It has been a confusing revelation.
Boots was really Evil Boots, and now I feel as though I know nothing (once again).