Summer is practically here and people are moving in and getting settled at Silverock Cove. Even the four legged kind. If you haven’t met the cat, you will. What used to be a skittish little black blur who darted off at any attempt at affection, is now the resident SRC lap cat. I spent this past weekend up at Silverock Cove and he hung with me the whole time. I like having him around. We keep a bag of dry cat food at the lake and feed him when whenever we are there. I know others do the same. And I have it on good authority that the builders keep him well fed on the weekdays.
I think our kindness is paying off. Saturday morning he left me a special prize.
He stayed away most of the morning—gloating I’m sure—but returned around lunch to check in. He ran right up to the doormat where he had left it and stared down at the exact spot where it had been. He then looked up at me as if to say, “Hello. Did you not get the present I left you?” I thanked him with a good head pat and some more Friskies. I didn’t have the heart to tell him how quickly I had discarded the poor little mole, or how high pitched my squeal was when I did.
But I digress.
He is a sweet little cat and we should give him a name. Please comment below with any name ideas. Get the kids involved too. We will get Cassie, Lynn and Allen to vote on the best suggestions.