He's a big boy. We originally named him "Mom-Cat", 'cause based on previous experience we figured he'd only decided to come in from the cold because "he" was pregnant. The vet got a real chuckle out of that.
The whole time he was advancing on me, he was making loud "maup-maup" noises and purring. All he wanted was his head scratched. I wish that second photo was in focus, but he got too close for the telephoto lens I was using.
His previous owners were an old couple across the creek. She died, and he got sent into a nursing home, abandoning Tommy. He lived outside for a whole winter, during which I thought he was a Bobcat who never came over to our side of the creek. He adopted us when he developed a bad abscess on his tail.
He shows NO interest in birds, but can go through five or more mice a night. If he catches more than he can eat, he brings them to Mimi.
What's that line from "Patton", where he's recounting the triumphal processions of Roman generals: There was always a slave standing behind the hero in the chariot, whispering in his ear: "All glory is fleeting."
Just saw the second half of that Friday night. Great movie.
Just spent the most pleasant few hours in several years, with Mimi in the park on a beautiful 4th afternoon. Live music, iced coffee, perfect weather, re-connecting and making new connections. Treasure life's grand moments - they're precious.