I woke up to the doorbell ringing this morning. Who in the hell could be here this early?

So I got up and opened the front door. There was this little old man standing there in a brown Member’s Only jacket and some khakis.

“Hey, I’m your neighbor from two houses down,” he said. “You guys have a grey cat?”

Ah shit. I immediately thought something had either happened to our tomcat Smokey or maybe he was just annoyed with him coming into his yard; using his garden as a litter box maybe?

Then he says “I’ve been feeding him twice a day but I haven’t seen him in three days. Is he okay? Is it okay that I’ve been feeding him? We have the black and white cat and they stalk each other and run around the yard and play together. I think he misses him!”

This little old guy made friends with our adopted stray and just wanted to make sure he was okay 🥹

Suddenly it makes sense why he’s been getting fatter but won’t eat more than a couple bites of his wet food when I get home from work and feed the cats every day. Little dude has been doing his own thing, begging the sweet old couple down the street for food.

To be fair, it’s hard to say no to this guy.

Grey cat laying on his back on the couch.