Friday 30Jun17 Breakfast

Went down early to take out the garbage. No cats were in the backyard. On the street side of the building where the trash collectors come, I saw Patch. Neither of us recognized each other at first, but then I saw the patch over its eye and he recognized me as a feeder and started insisting on food. I wanted to have him follow me to the sidewalk by the bushes where I normally feed him, but no he wanted to be fed right here, right now. I put two handfuls of food on the dividing ledge. He chomped it right down. 

The loving couple still weren’t around. Went back upstairs and did some morning chores, and later went into the hall and peeked out the window. Bag had arrived and was waiting, but no Fluffy. Mostly Black (Mostly for short) the all black cat with a dab of white on the tip of its tail walked through, saw Bag, backed up, realized he wasn’t Trouble who guarded the territory with crazy ferocity, and came back out. I put out food for Bag and enough for Fluffy and some for Mostly, even though Mostly belongs to the lesbos who live on the first floor. Mostly started to eat then changed her mind, almost thinking that food wasn’t for her and she should leave it alone. She didn’t seem to be thinking there was better food at home, just like she needs to tread carefully because she doesn’t care to get into territorial fights.