Food from Heaven

14July17 Friday

I clomped down the stairs and took a peek out the window. Fluffy was guarding the territory, looked up and by the time I reached the bottom had come up to greet me. She meowed at me a few times, and walked right beside me as I walked to her dish. When I bent down, she jumped away and watched as I filled her bowl. Gave some for Bag too, even though he wasn’t around. 

Went around the corner and fed the brats. Mask appeared first, and then I saw Patch running all the way from the end of the block and insisting on being fed first. I bent down and stared Patch in the face. He has that cute little black spot over one eye, and brilliant green eyes, almost like emeralds.

My husband ran an errand and said he saw Bag guarding the territory, but no Fluffy. Bag tends to look lovingly at the second story window. An old lady lives there and she throws out food for the cats on an irregular basis. But often enough that Bag thinks the window is magic emitting wonderful food like fresh fish and chicken…much better than that dry food I feed every morning.