I came home Friday night to find a feral on my porch. He's not one of the usual 4 who come looking for food as I call out. I've only seen this guy once or twice in the past year.
He was a gorgeous orange tabby, fat and healthy looking. He obviously didn't die from the cold..he was all stretched out. No bite marks on him. I can't figure what killed him.
He's warm now, and well fed. Chase a butterfly, baby.
How did he know to come to my door? How did he know I would mourn him?
I'm sorry I didn't know your name.
He was a gorgeous orange tabby, fat and healthy looking. He obviously didn't die from the cold..he was all stretched out. No bite marks on him. I can't figure what killed him.
He's warm now, and well fed. Chase a butterfly, baby.
How did he know to come to my door? How did he know I would mourn him?
I'm sorry I didn't know your name.