Morning Visitor

This morning as I stepped outside to take a picture of something, I had a guest on my front step.  He was sitting there patiently waiting for someone to open the door, and quickly let me know how happy he was to see me with an excited meow.  Knowing that a good head scratching was coming, he was already kneading the outdoor carpet on the stoop before I could even touch him.

This is Moose.  He lives a couple of houses up the block, and he is 8 or 9 years old.  I remember when the neighbor brought him home as a tiny kitten.  Actually, his name is Tame, but he's a big boy, and my daughter, Megan, began calling him Moose many years ago.  So he will always be Moose to us.  He doesn't seem to mind the name...he always comes running when he sees us!  He regularly patrols the neighborhood, and stops by often to say hello and have a treat.

This is my largest flower bed, and where Moose can often be found during the heat of the day.  Many times he's wandered out, yawning, after having his afternoon nap.

He's just a good ol' cat, and a sweet visitor that I don't mind seeing every day.