Almost caught, on film

To Mom. I love and miss you.


I was looking outside yesterday, watching as the brat fed the vagrants. They hide in the neighbor's back yard. Not Buxley's yard of course, but the other one. A six foot privacy fence separates their yard from ours. In the back corner the yard slopes down gently, creating a low spot for the water to travel in when (IF!!!!) it ever rains. Anyway, the vagrants can get under the fence there. I see the brat go out every night, dumping the dry crunchy stuff into an old microwave container and filling up a water bowl. Sometimes they come out, but never too close to him. He'll sit down in the grass and chatter at them while they eat.

Anyway, yesterday he goes out and puts the food down and I see them looking from beneath the fence. He comes in, then goes back out. The mother cat goes back under the fence. The grey kitten looks scared, backs up but doesn't disappear. I watch as the brat slowly makes his way over there, probably about fifteen feet away. He sits down in the grass and takes out a camera. The kitten steps back over to the food and takes a bite or two, then goes under the fence. It's funny, I can see them sitting there. The brat had a stare-off and of course the feline population wins! They sat and outwaited him, knowing he had a camera I think. He was so disappointed. He'll have to wait to feed them, until they come out when he goes out and he MUST have the camera with him. Otherwise, they'll outwait him again.