More like the Black Railway Sleeper Road....
It is very interesting how Mr G comes every day. He follows the same, exact route, without fail.
Cats are creatures of habit, and they would rather die than change a habit.
Talk about persistence, they definitely win hands down.
Here's how Mr G comes.
I assume he uses a platform to jump from his house (diagonally at the back of mine - these old houses have no back alleys) onto the ledge.
He walks along the ledge.
Everyone is on stand-by mode. I dare say this would be the highlight of the day - Mr G making his entrance.
He comes down onto our rubbish compartment.
And make no mistake, he never walks on the grass.
He only walks on the railway sleepers. Just as a human would.
All the way until the end, and he steps onto the tiles.
Turns the corner...
Follows the railway sleepers...
Here he comes now...
We are talking about an old-schooled gentleman here who greets his hosts most politely even though food has been served. He does it without fail, every time. A courteous greeting, an exchange of pleasantries with the two equally gracious host and hostess, ie. Oh, hello, how was your day? Nice weather today, won't you say?
Then, he eats.
We've grown very fond of him, really. Now, who wouldn't? I'd say he is definitely more polite and easy-to-please than many humans I know!
Last night, something interesting happened, Mr G's friend, Shadow (the all-black) came to our front door. He scuttled away soon after, but I think he'll be back....let's wait and see.