Our Neighborhood Association met 3 weeks ago, across the street. At the meeting, a stray, youthful cat waited outside the door until he was ready to make his grand entrance... which he did, at least five times during the meeting.
He was obviously interested in getting involved. This was, however, not the venue he was most suited for.
A week later, he found the kitty food dish and water bowl that we keep on our porch.
New cat on the steps, with resident FluffySox looking on.
It took all of about... 47 minutes, for this cat to figure out he struck gold on our porch. He comes running whenever the front door is opened. He heels like a dog if we walk through our yard, or up the street. He seems to have set up his new home here, it's a good thing he is quite friendly and social.
Very comfy... he's got "sleepy" eyes, not "evil" eyes.
So, as with all porch cats, we gave him a nickname: KC, short for KC McCasey, short for KC McCasey Abraham DeLacey Thomas O'Malley, the alley cat.
Introducing: KC McCasey
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