A Tale of Two Cats

Once upon a time there was a very old cat named Willow who lived with a couple of people who said they were about done with having pets...they wanted to travel and such...
Then there was a stray cat and a very long and cold winter.
Soft hearts made a warm spot for the stray and it took all winter and into the Spring for him to warm up to them enough to get petted...just an outside kitty.  Don't want to upset the old Willow.
Until the stray started loving them and they named him Weaver.
And he gets to live inside as much as he wants, but he still has a bit of the wanderer in him so some nights he goes on walk about.
Willow and Weaver like each other. Weaver is respectful and Willow is tolerant.
And I get to watch/look in on them when the people travel.

Here was today's visit.

Hello.  Glad you came to visit.  

I'm Weaver, the new guy.

Follow me.  Let's go in and eat!

 Since I am the new guy,
I have to let Willow eat first.

I'll just sit here and hope there is some
 of that soft food left.

 OK.  He's been eating a while.
Maybe I will hover on this side.

 Oh, I might as well just eat some of the crunchy kind.

Willow says, "Now that's a good idea, Weaver Boy.  

I don't like to be rushed."

 Pretty tasty.

Um.  Are you coming home soon?

I kind of miss you.

Oh, and Larry thought the flowers were getting too much rain.

He's an engineer.  Can you tell?

Life in the cat lane.