For the past couple of months, I’ve had a regular visitor. I don’t know his name or where he’s from. The first time I saw him, he was pilfering the bread I’d thrown out to the birds and chipmunks. I walked out on the porch and he hastily began to exit stage left. I called out for him to come and visit me for a while. I guess he wasn’t used to being invited for a chat. He came to me in a friendly, but wary manner, expecting any second to be scolded and told to get.
When he got closer I realized how thin he was. From the top looking down he looked like a razor blade. After petting him and having a nice little chat, I decided he needed something a little more substantial than bread. I ask him to stay for lunch and went into the house to get a bowl of Bernie’s food. When I returned he’d trotted up the road, assuming the visit was over. When I called to him, he immediately turned and ran back. I was a little surprised such a debilitated fella could run that fast. I asked if he could sit while I served his lunch. I didn’t think he would, but I hoped because I didn’t want him taking my hand off as I sat the bowl down.
He immediately plopped his bottom on the ground and waited politely to be served. After eating, he went his way and I went mine. I assumed he’d been dropped off in the neighborhood by someone unable or unwilling to care for him. He had no collar or tag. Since that day he has has been a pretty regular visitor and since eating more often, he no longer looks as though he could keel over any second, but he’s still pitifully thin. Bernie always enjoys his visits as much as I do. Sometimes he comes up at night and lays on the porch with me while I do my stargazing. I noticed a new accessory the other day when he came. He was wearing a collar. Obviously he does belong to someone. Someone who puts a collar on him, but can’t be bothered to throw him a few scraps of food. I was so annoyed, if I knew who they were I’d have marched up to their house and asked them WTF. I’m still aggravated about it. I took his picture today and he sat very nicely for my amateur photography efforts. Such a nice guy. Look at those sad eyes. If he was yours, could you look into that sad face and not at least feed him? I also added a picture of Bernie so he wouldn’t get upset. And don’t look at my ugly porch floor, I’m still working on scraping all the old paint off.