Big, with strong shoulders and almost no neck; he struts through our neighbor hood. Nobody seems to bother him accept the occasional dog and then he is a master at standing his ground. His ginger, striped fur is short and thick protecting him from the elements and brush. He’s a creature of stealth, made to hunt. Although, the occasional garbage can is his favorite thing.
He has been around here for a couple of years. Every once in a while, I see a kitten here or there that resembles him.
Until lately, I didn’t know that I am not the only one that leaves him treats. No wonder he is so huge.
Apparently our block is like a smorgasbord for him.
He is friendly to everyone. I have seen him stretched out on the cool sidewalk and watched total strangers step over or walk around him, as if not to disturb him. He just has that charisma that most humans can’t ignore. When he rolls over and shows that fuzzy, fat tummy, he has you hooked.
Mom doesn’t know it; but every night, at about nine, he climbs up on the fence and makes a leap to our back porch roof. I open my window screen and let him in for the night. He snuggles and purrs me to sleep. When he hears her call me for breakfast I let him out. I’m gonna’ have to tell her soon. I leave for college in two weeks.