Trucks of Art
Antique armored truck
First, you guys seem to teach me something most days. I never thought of the idea of scraps from the table making a pet beg. Maybe in my case since, my dog was not an inside dog he was NEVER fed from the table but his food did come mostly from the table.(sorry about the cheese cake Myra my friend meant well!)
I do like this critter. Saturday about 5 o’clock I was out back washing the car when down the drive trots Stormy. She gives me her ‘meow’ greeting which means, “I am here to eat, and there is no food up front!”
Of course since she owns me, I stopped and prepared her food and milk. She wanted to be petted first. Grandma Sherry came out and petted Stormy for the very first time and Stormy had no problems with that.
We talked, I asked how the kids were? Evidently they are okay because she ignored me as she ate. She glances frequently in the direction I think the kitties are. I planned to follow her again today but she seemed to know that. She ate between times of coming over for some petting and not be in a hurry to get back home.
I told her she could use the box on the porch but she laughed at the idea.
So I brought the car back up to the front garage. She took a little more petting, Sherry went inside to get ready for our walk and Stormy suddenly jumped off the porch without a fare you well, and headed for the woods. Again she stopped, took her time ‘to dig, do and neatly cover’. I was up in the edge of the trees. She is sneaky! She disappeared weaving in and out trees and bushes. Next time we are gonna have a talk. LOL