I’ve been pleased to see Walter hanging out on the porch more lately. Of all the current outdoor cats, Walter is my favorite. His coloring is gorgeous, his expression is angelic, and he has the potential to be such a sweetheart kitty. He’s also the only outdoor kitty I’ve captured, gotten tested, neutered, and vaccinated, so he’s earned his food. Everyone else, at this point, is a moocher. I try to take Walter a can or two of Fancy Feast when I see him on the porch, and he seems to want to be petted as much as he wants to eat. He’s still not quite sure how to accept the petting graciously. I have to watch him carefully for the deadly “paw swipe.” He isn’t malicious about it, but it can pack quite a sting. This morning, I was able to apply a dose of Revolution to his neck, and he remained unphased. I’m sure it will help his comfort level, because I think I saw what looked like a flea on him last week.