I love it when the porch is clean and bright and ready for summer.
Having a weaving weekend involves cleaning and getting ready, so it got done.
We have always had cats coming up on the porch. We have fed stray cats since I bought the house.
So there is always a dish of food.
Usually, they eat and run.
Call it bad manners.
Next and Enough were that way in the beginning. They got an attitude when they were trapped and whisked off to the vet to be neutered.
Then after a while, they both got over it, and came back to the certainty of a meal and a kind word.
Next has been increasingly friendly over the past several months, until his present state of embarrassingly over the top neediness, while Enough has shown up periodically, when he was hungry.
Lately, though, we've been seeing a lot more of Enough, and last week, when Tammy was over, he crossed the line.
He is much taller than Next, and here he decided that getting petted was kind of nice.
Seems like he was saying to Next......"hmm, so THIS is what you were talking about."
Tammy.....pointing out these yummy treats.
All it took was some love, and some kitty treats.
He even let me put flea and tick medicine on him.
Looks like the cat census is up to SIX.
Inside, Sydney has a question.
Do you think I'm too big?
Or could you get bigger stools?