Snowy Sunday

It's snowing here today.

My human saw the grey feral that lives around here. He came by the front of the apartment, so human took some food out onto the porch. I came to the door when he was out there. As he opened it to come in, I put my paw in the snow. My fur looked not-so-white-as-snow. I also got a few flakes on my back. He picked me up and took me inside. I went and sat on his bed for a while whilst he was on the computer in the other rooom . (I said while while the first time and that didn'T look right.)

Then I heard another kitty. He went out again, and an orange tabby came and sniffed his feet. The kitty had a young human with it who called the cat [Bobby]. I sniffed him when he came in.

Then, of all the nerve ! a bird came to the pile of cat food to eat some. Birds are supposed to be cat food, not eat it. and it wasn't what the human would call a pretty bird, either.

Anyway, here are the pawprints and the bird prints around the food on the porch.

updated -- Bob/Bobby, not Billy.