This morning, I looked out the window to see if Buster had come back
yet.

He had! There he was, sitting right by the pile of food near the door.

I started to open the door, but I noticed that he had a friend - a two
year old (or thereabouts) squirrel. Buster was actually pushing cat
food towards the squirrel, and the squirrel was eating it from his
paws, so to speak.

It is looking more and more like Buster is intelligently taking care
of the local wildlife, rather than just passively allowing them to
share his food.

Hmmm. I wonder if he isn't paying back some old debts (big grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark