Calling

Let's kick things off with my favourite stray. I first noticed it crouching under a tree, meowing away incessantly. Curious, I went forward to take a look. It looked back at me and continued its meowings. So, I gave it a name, an apt one - Calling. As I did not bring my camera with me then, I went back to the same spot a week later to take a few shots at it.

The rain had just stopped that night and there he was, crouching by the footpath, observing the occasional jogger who ran past.

Calling is a friendly cat and walked around my legs the first time I encountered it. It seems almost instinctive for him to do that. Oh yeah, I thought he was a "she" until I took a closer look at the stuff between his hind legs.















A close-up picture. Note his ears are still pointed, i.e. he is not neutered yet.

Calling was chasing after my feet and I had jumped over a puddle of water to shake off his advances. To my surprise, he padded gingerly across the puddle and sat between my feet. Isn't that sweet?

Come to think of it, I have more of Calling's pictures than any other cats. Perhaps I should rename this blog, ya? Nah, he steals the show but the show anin't his.