This is Bob. He leads a difficult life. Someone simply must enjoy the cool air coming out from underneath the house whilst napping in the shade on a hot day, mustn’t they?
And who else is there to hold down the steps leading up to the front door? No one else! That’s who.
Occasionally, the weather worn wooden bench feels neglected and it does make for the perfect place to nap in the sun before it gets too warm, but sometimes, only sometimes, Bob’s nemesis Frank steals the wooden bench.
Hey lady, I’m napping here!
Bob is not my cat. He’s not our cat. He is a feral cat who has been napping in our courtyard and traipsing through our bushes to get to the creek down the street for the better part of 3 years. His diet must consist of bugs and rodents and birds and such. I’m sure he gets all of his water from the creek. Bob won’t let any of us get any closer than 10 feet away from him before he decides he has napped long enough and darts quickly away. Thank goodness for the zoom lens on the camera. We see him almost every day though and Bob seemed like the most appropriate name for him. The munchkins merrily call out “Hi, Bob!” when they see him, then they try to approach him and he quickly runs away. Frank does not give the munchkins the chance to tell him hello.