It’s a lazy Sunday morning. Didn’t even get out of bed until 0830. Took a shower, then went to the store for some rye bread. So here I am, lounging about, reading the Dope, when a visitor appears at the back door (which is open). A tuxedo cat. All of the cats I’ve seen around here are 'fraidy cats. They’ll take off as soon as they see you looking at them. This one seemed to want attention. I slid open the screen door and the little guy (unaltered, so it was easy to tell) came up for a pet. Came right in, he did; and quite talkative. Of course I have no cat food here. Kind of low on cheese at the moment too. But I do have that gravlax I made. I gave him a couple of pieces, and he liked it. I let him explore the house a little bit, and he kept coming back miaowing and purring for some more petting. I must have rubbed him the wrong way at some point, as he took a swipe at me and slightly punctured my pinky. It was just a one-time thing, and he seemed to want more attention; but I thought that was a good time to put him out and close the screen door. He’s still out there, sunning himself on the step.
There’s a single-wide on the property next door, and people use it in the Summer. Last year I noticed a black cat in my back yard and heard a woman calling out for Mortimer. I’m assuming that this is the same cat, as the single-wide is inhabited now.
I’m glad that the kitty likes my gravlax, and that I had something to offer him. But everyone knows that too much fish is bad for kitties. Anyway, it’s MY fish! 
8:30 is a lazy Sunday? Piker. I woke up at noon.
I’m usually up around dawn. And three days a week I’m on the road well before sunup.
Dare I ask - what is gravlax? Sounds like a remedy for constipation, in which case the results on the kitty must have been “interesting”.
Oddly, so does my 6 year old son, and he barely likes anything other than PB&J.
Here’s a thread I started prior to my first attempt. Gravlax is cured salmon. Sort of Scandinavian sashimi.
I’ll tell you, between all of the recent cat threads here and (the presumed) Mortimer stopping by for a visit this morning, my resistance needs bolstering.
IF the cat goes home, he’ll leave a notorious stink in the litterbox.
Uh oh. You fed the cat? Doesn’t that mean that he’s free to adopt you now? 
I’ve been visited by a little black kitty for the past few weekends…he hangs out in my backyard, and if I’m outside he’ll stroll over to be petted. Though I haven’t fed him anything, I suspect he’s taken a few swipes at the birds that have been packed around the feeder lately. He does have on a collar with a phone number on it.
Do you think he belonged to someone else? 
Aww, no kitteh adoption.
I suspect he belongs to the Summer weekenders next door. (And I think his name is Mortimer.) He came round again later, but didn’t get any fish. (No, kitty! These are my [del]Cheesy Poofs[/del] fishies!)
**Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, **, you should know the rules by now… Where are the pictures!? 
(the kitty, not the fishy)
Under Paragraph 1 exceptions, part (d): [except] If the feline belongs to/owns another human or human, and does not belong to/own the poster.
Look it up!
Paragraph 3 part (f) subsection (4)
The feeding of a cat nullifies Paragraph 1 exceptions, part (d), ownership is determined by the amount of food consumed and time spent on said consumption.
You fed him, you now have a time share cat.
