A pretty girl is like a melody. Moments before we caught this image (photoshopped to cut out space between Tiny in foreground and Earl Grey behind), the lovebirds were clowdering cheek and jowel, but by the time we returned with our camera, Tiny had shifted focus to the countdown to supper and was ready to come inside. An hour or so earlier, we had heard a caterwauling with hissing and spitting and run out to find Tiny locked in tooth and claw with another gray and white kitty. Her tether had become wrapped around the cat, herself and some potted plants, and fur was flying. Afterwards plants lay wounded, knocked out of their pots, and the intruder defied gravity making a frantic escape up the 10-foot-high retaining wall behind the house, grasping at the branches of a sprawling Virginia Creeper for purchase. A little while later, Earl Grey stopped by, and Tiny melted. If you needed proof that our sweet tiny girl is discriminating in her taste in men, vive la difference!