I call him Davy.
He's King of the Wild Frontier
Remember this guy? You'd have to be old.
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.
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.