Feeding Willy and Udi

I've decided to call the creamy-white cat "Udi" instead of Alex. Somehow, Udi has a nicer ring to it. And it's also rare.

Willy was waiting for dinner this evening...

While Willy isn't afraid of me due to our past acquaintance...

Udi is.

And yet I could sense he must be really hungry to have dared to venture this far from home and come close enough for me to notice him.

Yes, he was really, really hungry.

He had THREE helpings.

Vincent watched them eat.

Willy was not as hungry as I had fed him breakfast this morning.

Poor Udi was so very hungry.

Oh no! It's Mr Zurik making a war cry!

Willy moved away when Mr Zurik came.

Finally, Udi had had enough and he too moved away.

Mr Zurik ate up the remnants of Willy's food.

I wonder when their owner will be back.

Perhaps Tuesday, since it's a public holiday.

Looks like I'll be feeding Willy and Udi for the next few days.

Luckily they are smart enough to come here for food. AND to make me know what they need!

Cats ARE smart, aren't they?