Beggars Can Be Choosers

I have recently learned that my newest outsider cat, whom I have named Hugo, may have a home. Speaking to some of my neighbours, one is certain that he lives in a house down the alley by which he usually comes to and goes from our apartment building. I myself watched him finish a meal and amble down the lane, to turn in at the house mentioned. He very likely, therefore - considering his condition and friendliness - has people caring for him, though they may not feed him soft-food.

Then again, they may. Hugo is a very fussy fellow. He has left food more times than he has consumed it all whenever I provide him with something to eat. It’s true that these portions are often leftovers or experiments for which my beasts did not care. Even so, it shows that Hugo is hardly starving, and is in a position to be picky. He reminds me of a family I’d heard of who went to the soup kitchen on Thanksgiving and Christmas Days for the free meals given then, even though they were well-off. I may limit Hugo’s servings in the future; not eliminate them, but perhaps keep more for needful cats.

On that subject, I have yet to learn much about Polydora, the white and dark-tabby cat who has come around Café Cosy now and then. Her visits are not frequent, which suggests that she too may have either a home or at least another source of food. I will keep an eye out for her - or ask Renn to do so.