Well, two days ago, he started coming home on his own, which is an occasion for celebration.
Yay!! Indy's back! Indy's back, we applaud his every homecoming...and he gets whatever he wants to eat, which is usually Fussie Cat.
He even came upstairs in the mornings to wake me up, which is back to his old routine. But poor Indy has lost his place in the porch on top of the cat...to Cleo. Once Cleo conquers a territory, it's not likely she would give it up.
Indy eating, as usual.
A close-up of Indy.
The Blueys eating "downstairs" while Indy eats "upstairs" (on the kitchen slab). At least Indy doesn't run away when he sees them now.
Indy lounging in the living room. He hasn't done this for weeks.
The Blueys going for Uncle Bobby's food.
The breakfast scene.
Haven't they grown?