This is Smoke, the neighborhood (feral?) cat. S/He has been fixed (I know because my neighbor said she trapped him and the Animal Rescue League operated and returned her/him to the neighborhood.) I call him/her Smokey because of the patch on his/her face. Don’t ask me why; that’s just what popped into my mind.
Smoke’s been around for several years, going on three, I’m thinking. Sometimes we see him/her on an almost daily basis and then, weeks go by and no Smoke. Over the past 4-5 days, since last Sat, we’ve had a spate of inclement weather: ice, snow, sleet, rain and of course, cold. Because of the weather, and I suppose, also hunger, Smoke appeared, with regularity on the front steps, shivering and waiting patiently for us to open the front door. Ecstatic, s/he would purr and do other cat-antics: “oh, I’m so glad you’re awake and have come to my rescue…”
Yesterday, Smoke was there, as usual, even though the sun was out, the ground no longer wet and it was definitely warmer. Food was prepared and set out for Smoke. Would you believe a nose was turned up?! The nerve…
Today, no Smoke…and it’s just as well ’cause I’m sure the next meal isn’t coming from this house, anytime soon… I suspect Smoke has other stops on his/her route. Hopefully, the meals provided are more to his/her liking. And I expect that when s/he wears out his/her welcome wherever, s/he’ll be back.