I thought perhaps you all would like to see me today, so I came in for my foods early one evening and The Man took pictures.
I don't let The Man or The Woman get too close to me, although I do sit on the wall and watch them, and I know their voices.
Mommy: Henry will eat out of my hand if I put it underneath the Catio wall. He obviously feels safer with the wire between us.
I have some pretty swank digs--check out the stencil on my Hut--recently this cozy brown blanket appeared which is mysteriously warm all the time.
Mommy: The magical heating pad!
A feral Mancat can't let himself get too soft though. I need to do some patrolling. After I finish off my nightly bowl of Stinky Goodness, that is.
Time to check out the mouthy palm tree denizens.
Those cheeky Hummers torment me, and the Mockerburds are just as bad!
You have NEVER heard such fowl language.
I have to talk back.
*eck, eck, chitter chitter ang ang*
I patrol the front yard too.
Yes? May I help you?
Can't talk any longer; I've got Catly Business to attend to!
Mommy: Now that the days are shorter Henry comes in to eat about 4:30 or so. Our vet is open late two days a week, so the plan is to trap Henry soon and get him in to be neutered. He isn't totally wild, but he's definitely Not Tame. And we simply cannot have any more Cats in the house, so we're not pushing the issue. Henry appears to be quite happy outside, and smart enough to stay out of trouble. There's not a lot of traffic on our corner, either. So we hope that he won't be offended by getting fixed and stick around--he keeps the pack rats and mice under control, as well as being a handsome addition to our yard. Not that I wouldn't love to pet him...
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