Let Me In

First, we had chicken noodle soup for lunch. Mark told me I made a good version of Campbell's chicken soup. Thanks, Mark!

Then.......

....this little guy was in the screen porch yowling like his life depended on it. Which it very well may have. He had trouble walking, his feet were frozen, and he was shivering. I brought him in and held him until he was warm. Keetah got a chance to sniff him like he might be carrying drug paraphernalia. When he wanted down, I let him. Keetah followed him and he didn't care. This is the most nonreactive cat I've met. My cats gave him evil eyes and a few warning hisses, which meant nothing to him. He explored the house, met the litter boxes and yowled some. He is young and intact. I don't think he's at the spraying stage yet.

Before I went to bed he was at the porch door wanting out. I got a blanket and put it on the wicker sofa cushion, making a spot to hole up. He wanted back inside, so I let him in. This went on three more times before I told him he was staying in, it's best. 

He is used to being nocturnal. He always shows up after dark. He walked the house during the night meowing and yowling. My cats had enough of him and laid at their usual spots on the bed. He wasn't going to upset their night.

This morning he is not to be found. He has to be somewhere unless he has magical powers. Mark is worried. If a cat wants to hide, they will hide. Or, he's a demon. I think he's a cat.