feeding stray-- who me?

Don't even think about suggesting that I would feed a stray cat.
Not unless he looks really skinny.
And is very polite.
And seems to have taken to my cats.
Not unless I remember that the person who was feeding him died three
months ago, and that's why I remember seeing him around before, looking
like he belonged somewhere. Do you suppose my cats told him about our
place?

And don't think I'd name a stray cat either.

jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt...

That's so sad. Probably she was just having pre-surgery anxiety, which
isn't uncommon, but her worst fears ended up coming true. :( I'm glad
your dad took her request to heart, though. I think that's how it is
with a lot of people. It's too bad the cat no longer had someone who
really loved him/her, but at least it wasn't turned out to fend for
itself!

Unless I called him BadCat, or SandyCat, or other non-people names.

Or talk to him, while I'm putting out a bowl of food.

(Hey, wait a minute, what food?)

He really is a good-looking cat, with the same golden eyes as my Jona.
He could even be her father.

By the way, his name is Romeo, because he sings under our window.

Monique Y. Mudama...

Aww. Is there any way you could bring him into your home?

bobblespin...

Uh oh, you've given him a name...

(What a lucky kitty he is to have found you.)