Calli is our cat. He lives outside and is happiest when left alone. Except, that is, for the late autumn and winter. Then he goes through streaks of friendliness and begs to be petted. I've always wondered why this is so and don't have an answer for this. Right now his coat is getting thick and heavy in preparation for colder days ahead. And sometimes during the cold months he joins the family by coming in the the dog door in the evening and spending the night, sleeping snugly under a desk or another quiet corner. But, come morning, he's always glad to get outside --- on the search for mouse or bird --- Calli, the hunter cat.