We call this little guy "Bootsie".
He showed up last Fall, and we
started feeding him.
He is a feral cat.
New to us, that type of cat.
He looks domesticated, but won't come near us.
He lingers, sleeps on our porch, or deck,
he relaxes in the sunshine,
he drinks from the birdbath,
and meows for food.
He sits patiently at the front door peering inside to see us.
He runs like the devil when we approach him.
He survived the bitter cold Winter,
and we were happy about that.
He's been gone about 5 days.
And, now we wonder,
"Where is Bootsie"?
Safe travels little guy.