Well, the big fluffy cat has decided that "Here, kitty, kitty" means
him too.

I stepped outside to call for Buster (in the vain hope that he would
come in before the third call). Almost immediately, the big yellow
fluffy cat runs up, and sits pretty about six feet away from me, to
let me know that he is ready for supper.

In fact, Fluffy has started doing this on a regular basis. He will
just show up, strike a pretty kitty glamor pose, and wait until I look
out the window.

Now, Little Feet and Buster don't like Fluffy, and I have had to pick
up Buster in the middle of a yowling fit to keep him from getting in a
fight with Fluffy (last time, Buster gave me a small nip to let me
know he was displeased with my interruption - grin), but I'm not going
to let a cat who comes to my door go hungry.

Fluffy always steps back about three more feet when I come out. If I
try to sweet talk him, he pays close attention, but all attempts to
show him that my hand is empty, and that I am a nice person, make him
wary. So I always end up telling him what a pretty cat he is, then
going back inside.

As soon as I step away from the food, he chows down.

Poor thing has scratches all over his face, obviously from fighting,
but he is a very svelte cat.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark