Two days ago, Sammy came to the house early in the morning, for food and sleep. After eating, he curled up on my kitchen chair and snoozed. Meanwhile, daughter two calls to say that she is bring Molly the visiting grand dog to spend the night, so Sammy's nap was shortened by about 2 hours, and I had to put him outside. He sat on the front porch and looked back at me as if to say...."What the heck did you do that for?" I felt sorry for him and was certain he'd never return, after being so unceremoniously and prematurely tossed out.
Molly stayed one night and was picked up the next afternoon.
Imagine my surprise when I opened my bedroom door this morning, to see a white fluff ball waiting in the hallway. Mr. kenju had given him a plate of dry food, but of course, that is not his preference. I opened a can of Fancy Fe*st and he twined around my legs until I got it on the plate. After he licked the platter clean, he came to my chair, and I scooped him up and put him half under my blanket, where he stayed, quite happily, for about 20 minutes. He even purred, which is something I don't hear often. He jumped down when I shifted my leg position, and stretched out in the floor on his back. I took a photo with my cell phone, but I have no way to get that photo here.
Now he is curled up on my kitchen chair again - and I am happy that I don't have to put him out until he is ready!
If you don't know Sammy's story, read it here.