![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vr_trakowskiNo one turned up last night for supper, but tonight I saw the Siamese again, under a parked car. And I think (I will pick the male gender) he is a purebred--he has blue eyes and chocolate points, and if there's anything else in there it's pretty diluted. I haven't heard him speak, though.
So I put out canned food for him as well as crunchies in the usual place. I tend to save cans for special occasions like pouring rain, as they're more expensive. Of course, shortly after that the others showed up, presumably hearing the cans opening at a thousand yards, but he hung around. He wouldn't eat until I backed off, but he was there.
He doesn't look emaciated, not even as thin as I think of a pointy Siamese being, but he's probably fluffed as hard as he can manage in the cold.
So I put out canned food for him as well as crunchies in the usual place. I tend to save cans for special occasions like pouring rain, as they're more expensive. Of course, shortly after that the others showed up, presumably hearing the cans opening at a thousand yards, but he hung around. He wouldn't eat until I backed off, but he was there.
He doesn't look emaciated, not even as thin as I think of a pointy Siamese being, but he's probably fluffed as hard as he can manage in the cold.