tortie

It’s a nice Tuesday morning with the sun shining and a cool 72 degree temperature when Dad calls for breakfast. As Sister puts out the kibble, and we all dive in, Dad calls for specific cats, “Tiger Tye, Minnie, Misty, breakfast.” Misty and Minnie answer, but no, Tiger Tye. Ten minutes later, he calls again. As he does, he looks down the drive and notices us and our strange behavior as we search way down to the street.