The cat food dishes were in the dishwasher.
No problem...these guys are pretty resourceful. ha.
Such a cushy life, don't you think?
In contrast, this guy continues to be my project.
He's been back a couple of times now, recognizes my voice
and will come as close as 3 feet away to pick up bites of chicken.
If I step any closer, he runs into the bushes.
Those weepy eyes sure are yucky and kind of bloody...
and he sniffs with a lot of drainage.
He can't see very well.... only when things are up close.
Our cats don't run him off...they seem to know he needs help.
I'm hoping he will get comfortable enough that I can lure him
into a carrier with a treat and take him to the vet.
Maybe just a checkup for the first visit and the neutering
can be done when he's better. Even if he doesn't decide to
live here, I'd like to get him healthy.
I'm trying to think of a name. He looks like a Creamsicle! ha.
I started to call him Peaches until I discovered he was
a male. His posture is very submissive and he keeps his
tail tucked down between his legs! ha.
Poor guy. He looks like he feels awful.