Louie at dinner–not his dinner but my dinner! I eat at the dining room table. Over time I taught Louie he is not to run up to my plate and stick his face in it. If I leave the table he will go for it. Sometimes he inches forward to reach out his paw for something. I tap it and he pulls it back. Like most males, he is left pawed. If it is something suitable for him to eat, he can try it when I am done. I prefer him behind the bananas. If there is food anywhere else, he goes for it. The wooden box on the left contains the late Opie. Not shown are Scooby, Zeke, and little Nicholas. I eat with them all every day. Sometimes I put Opie back in my bedroom on her cat bed at night. The metal thing is an old Rayovac flashlight in case the power goes out.

Louie at home (2) Unpublished photos. Bottom right is from June 2 when he was smaller. I wish he would not grow up so fast.It is going to be hot today so he will hunt for cooler spots. Fans will be operating.