Passing the quarter mark of this bowl of D&R Windsail in a straight smooth brown undated (1940s?) Orlik Reject London Made 0 bulldog with a black vulcanite saddle stem. All the regular ferals are inside for now, and what ends up happening will determine whether or not I have another smoke before bed time.
It’s been a quiet day with the ferals. About thirty minutes ago, I heard the unnamed bushy tail striped feral moaning loudly. I went outside and Abner the Eager was at the door. I let him to eat, but the moaning didn’t stop. Then, I saw Sam the Scamp next to bushy tail stripes. They always seem to get along with each other, and I’ve seen them together several times. I got Sam and brought him inside in hopes that B.T.S. would come to me since it stayed on the deck with me outside. I put food down, and it started coming to me, but I moved my foot, and that move apparently scared it away. A few minutes later, I tried again, and it just stood there while I talked to it. Then, it started backing away and looking towards my right when it heard Tomato the Brave. It ran under the deck lounge and would not come out. I let Tomato in the house, but I was never able to get B.T.S. to come near me again. That’s about the way it goes.