Thursday, the weather got nice again, so I let Bucky go back out.
Little Boy sat in the window, and every time he saw a cat who was even
slightly grey, he sat up and meowed for his playmate to come back in.
Poor Little Boy!

But Bucky didn't show back up until this morning, when I put out food
for the ferals. Then he wanted IN. He chowed down, then curled up on
the bed. Little Boy cuddled up next to him, boxed his ears once, and
they settled down for a nice long nap.

As I walked past, I petted Little Boy, skritched his ears, rubbed his
tummy, and told him I loved him.

At which point Bucky opened his eyes, stared right at me and gave me a
sad "Do you love me too?" meow.

"Of course I do, sweetie. You are the bestest little grey kitten
around. I ADORE you."

Bucky began a nice loud purr, and cuddled closer to Little Boy.

All is right with the world.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
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