Davy

I call him Davy.

                                            Davy Crockett

He's King of the Wild Frontier

Remember this guy? You'd have to be old.

Anyway...

This is his hunting ground

and I think he likes Steve, the septic guy.

Steve's a cat-lover, too. 

I heard him tell Davy he can't pet him all day 'cause he has to get some work done.

Davy greets me every time I arrive at our property. He's a one-cat welcoming machine. He wants to be picked up, snuggled and loved on.
He's too healthy looking for most to worry about so I presume he lives at one of the many homes near by.
But you know me, I worry.
I worry about whether he is in at night. There are fishers in this area, coyotes, fox and so on. I always bring a can of food for him but most times he doesn't eat it. He just goes back to hunting.
I just hope he is a day-time wanderer and enjoys the owner's bed at night.
He's a handsome one and I'm always relieved to see him run to the car when we arrive.

It looks to me that he has made our 2 acre lot his hunting ground. I think we will find the mouse population down on our property next spring. "Good kitty."

hugs, Deb