Bobby is our garage/barn cat...
but he is so much more than that.
He is a wanderer, an adventurer, a hunter, a lover, a fighter.
He disappears for days on end.
Eventually he returns home.
Often Becky tells me he's been at her barn...
bothering her cats.
He loves to "bother"... it's one of his favorite pastimes.
And when he finally comes home, he curls up under his heat lamp and sleeps...
like a rock.
Come morning he's ready to go again...
often hopping into the front seat of the gator,
often on my lap...
ready to head out to the barn...
and bother the barn cats.
It's what he does.
On this particular day, upon his return home after a lengthy absence,
I opened a can of cat food for him and set it on the shelf in the garage.
I quickly ran into the mudroom to fill up his water dish.
When I returned to the garage...
there was Bobby.... and no cat food.
I immediately knew who the culprit was.
"Sam......" I called.
Guess who slunk into the gator with tail between his legs.
Bad Sammy... he'll never learn!
Our snow is melting quickly.
Higher temps and rain yesterday helped considerably.
Did I hear that the groundhog predicted an early Spring?