A happy kitty that might be a stray.

Late this afternoon, Glenda was at the bay window in the kitchen, meowing and growling. I looked out to see what the problem was. There was a tabby cat between a rose bush and the fence. I went out and talked to the kitty, but it acted like it was going to run away. I went back inside for thirty minutes, went back out, and the kitty was still there in the low evening light. I sat down on a large pot and started talking to it again. It started coming toward me, but stopped to do a bit of grooming. Then it started walking over to me but stopped about ten feet away, turned to the left, walked to a patch of bare dirt, and started rolling around, acting playful. It never got any closer to me. I brought out some food and water, and it ate the food.

when I processed the photos, it looked like the kitty might have a skin condition of some type. It looks like a fancy cat with its swirling patterns. I’ll see if it comes back, and I can win over its trust so I can see what its fur is like and take it to the vet for treatment if needed.

Enough! The show is over.