If anything poor little Walter is grounded...much like I was during my teenage years :(
Yesterday he kept on boobing his head and coming to the fence line but he had food and water...it was obvious he wanted to come over.
This morning we had to go out of town so I did not get a chance to check-up on him. Only saw that his water container was not over turned. However, on our way back...his barrel was on the ground. I swear those miserable people do not deserve to have him.
It was late and I had to feed my mother first. I later went to scope the territory so I could bring him water without being seen. Was surprised they had filled his water container and he was drinking from the top for a change.
They had also given him hay.
We almost had a tragedy this morning. I am not used to having a cat around anymore and my car is so low to the ground, that I had no idea Ralph was napping under it. Will need to get in the habit of honking my horn.
This afternoon when we came home he came to the kitchen door and started to meow letting us know he was there. However, when I went to feed him this evening he was nowhere to be found. Yesterday he was a no show.
