What a fun story. I imagine there is a car that picks him up each evening and ferries him to his other home. A cat that spoiled would never WALK across the golf course....

Reminds me of a cat that lived in the villas where we stayed with Barbara and Siegmar in Tuscany.

This cat came by every morning..."Oh! I am so hungry. May I have a small bite of your breakfast? I would be every so grateful. And perhaps you would honor me with a tiny scratch behind my ears?"

And we later learned....the cat then sauntered to the next apartment..."Good morning! I am so hungry. May I have a meager little corner of your breakfast? And just a quick pat of my head?"

And so on and so on....