The other day I was out in my back yard hanging up laundry when this cat strolled in. He was white with carmel brown spots. I named him Goetze's after the candy company that makes Cow Tails. (yum) I petted him and he really enjoyed it. I tried to make him go back outside our fence, but he followed me back in. I gave up and went inside. I ate lunch outside two hours later, and he was sitting there, waiting for me.

So I got a lounge chair and read my book outside. At least I tried to, as he kept sitting on my book and purring like a motorboat. eventually, we both fell asleap. I wish I had a picture of that, but no one else was around. So my fiend came over and we played with him for awhile.
I just love this picture of Goetze's and me.

I gave him some food.

He's come back a few times now, and I love him. But he doesn't get the fact that he's not my cat.