D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

We're lucky, there are still postboxes/mailboxes dotted about here. So late last night, I nipped out with my payments for the month. And Monty must have followed me. I turned around and there he was, sitting in the middle of the street. He followed me back, too; whenever I looked back, there he was, padding slowly along. When we got home, the motion detector light was still on, and he sat down and looked at me. So I told him I'd bring him some food, and did.

He's not starving; he hunts birds successfully and has food available also at the filet mignon household. And he has a bit of a paunch. So I don't know what that was all about. Not quite the first time either; I've previously seen him skulking in the gutter when I return from a late-night postal walk. Maybe he was also lurking the few times I took a proper walk after dark. Perhaps it's as simple as he hangs out in the bushes at the bottom of the driveway and it piques his curiosity when I pass by during feline social hours.

Comments

[siliconshaman]

He was protecting you. You varied outside your normal routine, and went somewhere you don't normally go, so he was running guard on you. Just in case.

[weofodthignen]

That's terribly flattering if so—he's feral! I hope he didn't follow me on those couple of after-dark walks, way over past the park and on a major street at the start; I was using what street lighting this place has, not wanting to take a tumble on the uneven pavement.

[siliconshaman]

I think at this juncture he's what I'd call a community cat. An outdoors cat living life on his own terms... which just happens to include being fed by select people.

You feed him, he protects you. That's the deal.

[cowboy_r]

Even feral cats know who their people are.