Well, Bucky ran out again. He stayed out all day. However, when I went to
feed the ferals, he came walking up.

Before I put the food down, I scooped him up. He immediately started
struggling, with a "hey, I'm HUNGRY" kind of energy.

I opened the door and went inside. As I closed the door, he remembered,
"Oh yeah, there's even MORE food in here!", stopped struggling long enough
for me to set him down, and zoomed into the kitchen.

After dinner, Little Boy held him down while Little Boy, Dulce Mae and
Little Feet *all three* groomed him. With the occassional slap from Dulce
Mae, who must have been saying, "You brat! We have ALL been worried silly
over your furry, imitation-feral little butt!"

Oh yeah - he didn't put up a fight when I cuddled him this time.

Mark Edwards