Imagine my bemusement when, in a blurry rush of canine fur, they came galloping in, black, russet, black.

Waidaminnit. There shoulda only been one black. I whirled around, thinking that Permanent Private Houdini had self-recovered! But the blur of excited canines had swarmed up the steps to steal some cat-food prior to being forced into their less-interesting demesne.

Up the stairs I go.

I was right. Much looting of cat breakfast was being done.

And there *were* three canines being scolded by the felines for their audacity and loutish behavior.

Sadly, the second flash of black was not Permanent Private Houdini.

Meet Harley. He was AWOL from his own guardmount from the demesne kitty-corner to the left rear of the Castle.

I'd not met Harley before, but he had tags, so he was apprehended, put in irons, and returned to his Commander. Who was *very* annoyed, though happy to have Permanent Private Harley back under military control, so to speak.

While we're at it - you might as well meet the Keets of Argghhh! as well. 19 of them survived being shipped in the mail as eggs, 3 weeks in the incubator and hatching process.