It seems to have relocated from our backyard shed to living on our grape-vine covered fence. Pasha maintained a death-stare with chain link long enough for John to investigate, only to find the stupid animal staring back at him (blissful inches out of the Pup’s chomping range).
Bad News: It’s. STILL. here.
Good News: It’s resting on the fence we share with the empty, human-less, Pasha-less lot. Maybe it’s really migrating.