Beck and Philly
Member Since 2018
So it's pouring rain and I'm rushing out the door tonight to meet friends for dinner when I see a flash of white go past. The old guy goes out the kitchen door, out the back door, through the mudroom, over a litter container, and out the mudroom door. Where did I find the rascal? Inside the feeding station that we have set up for the neighborhood ferals happily munching cheapie 9 Lives dry food.
He's something...
He's something...
