Pussycats Part 2

     Well, I haven't seen Dumpling, the little kitten for some time now. It is my fear that one of the local dogs got her, probably The Little Red Bastard as he's the most notorious ass hole running the roads in my neighborhood. Not yet a known cat killer but still a garbage getter intoer and just an all around nuisance.

     Meanwhile, Cornbread, the wild looking cat came to visit this morning as she does every month or so and let me pet her as is her norm.

     The main news is Biscuit, the lilac point Siamese looking young adult showed me a couple weeks ago that HE is not a "Pretty girl" as I'd been calling him. He's a fully intact Tomboy cat. I'm guessing that's why it has taken so long for him to succumb to my "undeniable kavorka" or animal magnetism.
Since Winter is upon us here (more or less) I've put a blanket out on the front porch for him and today fetched home some big sheets of cardboard that I'll cut to fit his little sleeping nook for extra insulation against sleeping on the cold cement. 
     He knows Pawpaw's car and is lucky that it has the back up camera. Every morning when we see each other, he stretches then comes to "guide" me as I back into the driveway.  Were it not for the camera, I'd have runned him over by now! He's still unsure but it's easy to tell that he wants to let me pet him. He's gotten to sniffing my fingers and letting me touch him whilst he eats (only a little touch, mind you). Once I get out of the car, he comes and "guides" me to his feed bowl, only a half step in front of me. I'll usually sit with him for a few minutes if it isn't ass biting cold and he'll turn on his "happy motor" for a few "pr, pr"s... not a full happy "Purr". We're still a work in progress but sooner or later, Biscuit will land in Pawpaw's lap.

     Come to think of it, all my boys are quite the young gentlemen. Vlad always lets Bella out to do their thing in the back yard and back in first. He always allows her first face full at the feed bowls. Whenever Cornbread shows up, Biscuit always backs off and lets her eat her fill. Seems Pawpaw is doing a grand job raising some fine young Southern gentlemen even if they ain't human children.