Every evening, I can almost set my watch . . about 6:30 p.m., here comes Thief. He’s very nervous and if he hears anything, he’s gone and often gone so quickly that I can’t even see which direction he ran.
I’m having to take pictures through the window because I can’t get anywhere near him.
He’s a pretty cat though he may be a she. I have no idea.
It’s ok that I can’t get close to him. This time several years ago, I couldn’t get close to Cat either. I kept saying “I think I saw a black cat” and that’s about as much as I got of her. Now, she’s kind of a pest. I cannot walk without having to stop and pet her every third or fourth step. She loves it when I pick her up but she’s still scared and nervous so I’m still just lifting her front legs off the ground and holding her against my legs . . so she can’t get me with those claws if she gets too scared. She’s a funny cat.
I do believe she’s leaving food every day for Thief. I thought we were feeding her too much so I cut back on what I was giving her and she’s still leaving a good part of it. Yesterday when I got the pictures of Thief through the window, I thought . . I’ll go outside and maybe get a better picture but the minute the door opened, Thief was gone. Cat looked disappointed!