I called to him in "cat talk. " With an answering trill, he ventured a little closer. Here I caught him peeking through a knothole in the wooden fence.
Then he crept forward upon the moss-covered branch of the old apple tree for a better look. I was not sure--neither was he.
But as you can see in this last flirty photo, he's made up his mind. I am to be trusted. I have a feeling he and I are to become friends!
