I always leave small bowls of food and water out front for Mr. G as he doesn't seem to want to go in the back with the ferals. If I leave the garage door open he spends many days sprawled out on the top of the Jeep. I guess he feels safe up there and can catch all the breezes. He will go off for a while several times during the day and then come back. Of course I wonder where he goes and the other day I found one of his other "perches".
I was out looking for him and something made me look up in the tree.
I caught sight of white paws and upon closer inspection, there was Mr. G, securely settled among the limbs like a jungle cat. His perch seems very secure, even when the wind was blowing.
He's not always there, but I'm glad he's found another secure place to while away the day.
This is a picture taken of Mr. G last year when someone had put a collar on him. Isn't he just the handsomest thing?