Orange Kitty

I didn't see the orange cat on the back porch last night.... but I did see a large raccoon having a late-night snack of Meow Mix.  Just what we don't need.... a raccoon who likes cat food.  As soon as I opened up the back door last night, the raccoon walked away from the cat food and I brought the dish into the house.  I didn't put the Meow Mix on the back porch today because I didn't want the raccoon to find that dish again if he found his way back here.

No sign of that Orange Kitty this afternoon or this evening, but just before I came upstairs, I put the front porch light on and there he was, sitting peacefully on the wicker sofa. He squinted up into the light and looked at me through the windows of the front door.

Without even thinking, I said out loud: "Well! You're back!"  Into the kitchen I went to get a bowl of Meow Mix, and I went out to the back porch and made my way towards the front porch, calling out to Orange Kitty.  He heard my voice and meowed his way down the porch to me.  When he got within three feet of where I was standing, he flopped over on his back and looked at me upside-down, giving me one tiny meow.  I guess that means I've been forgiven for our un-neighborly behavior towards him last week.

I put the food dish down on the side porch for him and came back to the house. Before I got to the back door, I could hear him crunching on the Meow Mix.  Once again, the cat karma is in balance.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I came back!