If there's one thing you don't do, it's pop up on my porch at 9am and steal my coffee.
Lil guy has popped by daily for the past month.
Of course, always starving.
Just above lies a window, with Gypsy being a creeper having homicidal thoughts.
If we still see him come November, we may welcome him into our home.
I still have yet to name him.
Suggestions?






