I can always count on my little buddy, Scrappy, to show up at the back door around 5:00 every afternoon for his dinner. He's usually at the door again at 6:30 in the morning for breakfast (unless he's decided to sleep inside on colder nights). If he doesn't show up by 8 AM or so I can generally assume he's been locked in the bar/nightclub behind us. In that case he has to wait until the cleaning crew arrives to make his escape. He's also been locked in the Drug/Alcohol Counseling Center on a couple of occasions. I have the director's home phone number now in case that happens again...last time he was trapped in there all weekend. The life of an urban street cat is never dull. :)
That is just such a pitiful look on his face!!! How could you resist - even with the torn ears and cat-titude, he's still a soul that needs you! It's a good thing you are there for him. :)
I'm chuckling about Scrappy's escapades. Never a dull moment with a street cat. We have a new kitten who is crazy and desperately wants to be outside. We're just waiting until he's a little more mature and "street wise" before we set him loose. From nightclub to rehab, huh? Scrappy has quite the life.
:-) That story reminds me of the add made for brutal fruit sometime ago where the cat comes in the cat door with the bottle lid attached to his collar !
Oh my gosh, Scrappy’s name is really fitting! That is just hysterical that he hangs manages to find himself locked in the bar! I’m always amazed at the way animals can tell time. My dog is more accurate than my clock, although daylight saving time throws him for a bit!
love this