He must like thunderstorms because he's been here before when it was thundering and lightning. (I'm calling it a "he" because it has a boy's face to me.) I put food and water out again and he didn't bother w/it but didn't want petted either. He just wants in my house. He sits at the window and cries. When I put the Fur Posse to bed in the basement a few minutes ago, he was looking in the basement window and crying. It's heartbreaking. I sure hope he has a warm bed this winter, although I do have a shelter outside for him but I'd rather he had an indoor bed. Sigh.