It was 3 a.m. when I came upon a skunk walking down 18th Street. It was dark out except for splashes of light from the construction site.
Maybe she’d wriggled under the chain-link fence, I thought. Was she looking for food? Or did she have something else in mind?
That old Warner Bros. cartoon flashed into my brain. Phony French Pepé Le Pew in gropy pursuit of the miserable black she-cat, her back striped white by the inadvertent swipe of a painter’s brush.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked as I crossed the empty street, my tail in the air.