Our Friend George

A few months ago this cute little kitty started appearing by our back door and on our front porch. A very friendly cute little kitty and we were both wondering where he came from and obviously he is not feral because he is so very friendly and he has a flea collar on so he must have belonged or belongs to someone. We'd see him and give him a few pets every day or so and then finally the mystery of who he was was solved.

We would hear someone a few houses down calling 'George, George' and we kind of assumed it was a dog, because who names their kid George these days and doesn't George sound like a big dumb dog's name? But, when the guy calling George came walking down the street looking for him and sees George being petted by Keith in our front yard and says 'Hey, George, what are you doing down here?' we realized that the cute little kitty was indeed the George who's name we kept hearing being called.

Yesterday I was putting my bike back in the shed and kept hearing meowing and was looking all around for whoever was meowing at me and finally look up and see George on the roof of the shed meowing at me and doing that rolling around thing that cats do when they want you to pet them. Although it's a little difficult to pet a cat who is on the roof.

So, I went into the house to get the camera to take a picture of George on the roof, but by the time I got back outside, he was right by the back door waiting for his pets.