Last night, Bucky didn't come inside, even though we stayed up later
to wait for him. So this morning, he was cold and hungry and came
inside as soon as I opened the door.

In fact, I counted three trips to the food bowl while I was making our
breakfast.

Finally, Bucky walks to the hallway, and says, in a firm, loud voice,
"ME-OOW!", indicating that he intends to lay down right there in the
hallway. This is followed by three quick turns and a softer "meow",
almost a whisper as he curls up.

I finish brekfast, get dressed for work, and call to Bucky as I reach
the back door, as he has to be outside during the day, in case the
apartment people come by (phooey!). Bucky sighs, stretches, and comes
to the door. When I open the door, he runs out.

This evening, he came in early. He has eaten and already has a nice
comfy spot. He opens his eyes and throws a disdainful "meow!" at me
before nodding off.

Poor baby!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark