The last few days I've noticed a new cat on my back lawn - and this one is just picking at the scraps I've put out for the birds, not crapping!
I don't know if he's a stray or whether he belongs to someone local, but earlier on he came right up to my open patio door and starting meowing like crazy outside. I made a bit of a fuss of him, and he felt like he needed a good meal inside him. I put down a drink and opened up a can of tuna for him, which he wolfed down in just a few minutes.
He then proceeded to let me follow him all round the house before plonking himself down by the TV and dozing off!
In fact, he's still there now over an hour later, only occasionally opening his eyes and looking up to make sure I'm still adoring him. He's positioned himself right by the patio door, which I've left slightly open, as he's pretty nervous and I guess he knows he's got an escape route to hand if he feels like leaving. I did put him outside after I'd fed him but he wanted to come straight back in again.
Straummy has turned over a new leaf
I'm gorgeous, so feed me!
Let me back inside you fat git!
Ooo, you have a guitar.
Bugger off, I'm trying to get some kip!