It’s Raining Cats
So just when we decided that Smithy just didn’t come around enough for our tastes and got an indoor cat to play with, another cat seems to have walked into our lives:
This one is a big guy, and — despite the somewhat startled expression on his face in the photo above — is oozing confidence. I saw only his black tail scoot past the back door and thought it was Smithy, but then this much bigger cat sauntered through the cat door onto the porch for what was left of Smithy’s breakfast:
This photo is better, since I opened the door to take it. When this guy was done eating, he came right up to me and was just about to walk on into the house, but I didn’t let him. So ever so calmly turned around and walked away, without flinching or even picking up the pace beyond a slow walk.
He looked healthy and clean, so I’m not sure if he belongs to someone or is just a solid survivor. We’ll see if he comes around again for more snacks — I wouldn’t mind having him set up shop in the garden, since the squirrels are getting pretty cheeky lately.