So, I'm going to start focusing this blog on the Smurf and Billy. That'll be the entire blog. Howz that?
But I will tell a Billy story or two. He was there at the window when I got out of the cab, waiting for me to come in. It's so nice to have a moving creature (vs. plants) be waiting for you. Be interested in having you home.
This morning, he was all frantic after I fed him. Kept wanting me to go downstairs. I thought he had just gotten spoiled by getting a whole can of food at once when I was away. Finally I went down there (I give him the can to lick as I'm leaving) and it turned out he had stepped into the water and tipped the bowl so the cat food dish was full of water. Heaven forbid!! I made it work so all was well and he ate.
And he loved me forever.
Or at least until the next meal.