Huh???? I told him no. Tried to reason with him. Even poked his nose with my finger. The nerve. But he was adamant about his dinner plans.
This is not good, is it?
It's not like he's ever had dinner here before.
I closed the door on the scamp and watched to see when he would go away. I have a feeling this is not the first house he's walked up to and asked for dinner. And I also have a feeling he's been studying the routes of the stray cats. He even knows the best spots on the deck to get a good view of what's going on inside the kitchen (like the cats). He even looks like a cat.
Why does bad have to be so darn cute?