I call him Charles ... Every time I leave the house, I have to first check the front tires of my car ... and frequently have to scare him off the top of the driver's side tire where he likes to hide out and stalk other living, running, crawling things that might run up the driveway by pouncing on top of them.

Despite his research and strategies, he very nearly became the meal of a female grackle the other day. He's lucky to have been spared. Perhaps it will make him kinder toward other living things ... but I am not altogether sure about that.