Meet Bob. He shows up at the crack of dawn, meowing nonstop on the porch until I serve breakfast.
Sometimes he knocks on the door with his paw to speed things up.
Bob is not my cat. I don’t have a cat.
Bob is feral. He keeps his distance. Touching is not allowed — yet.
Apparently, my only job is feeding him.
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