The little guy was waiting for me at his usual spot.
He looks so small and helpless...I'm glad he got to eat peacefully (Zurik-free).
About two hours later when it was dark, I heard cat growling and whining at the patio.
Of course that only means ONE thing...
The Russian and the Stormtrooper were at it again...locking horns, literally.
I stopped the aggression and offered food to Zurik.
Daffodil protects the patio.
Brave Daffodil (even though she is quite tiny in size).
Er...brave Timmy too?
No, no food for you, Timmy!