He has seemed to be fine fending for himself all this time until recently. He stood on our sidewalk in the night and gave me a howl. He looked hungry. Maybe the mouse population is down or something.
I went to Bi-Mart, bought some Friskies, and started setting out a bowl of food and water each day. Under the cover of darkness, he slips up onto the porch for dinner each night.
I tried to watch him through the window, but he got spooked and ran off. I've left him alone to private meals since. I'm moving his meal time to morning. Maybe one day he'll trust me enough to get close.
There are others that are needy in our neighborhood. Every Tuesday is garbage day and early in the morning people go through the garbage cans looking for recyclables to exchange for a little money to live.
They try not to be seen, but realize it's hard when the garbage cans are all in the street. We leave our bottles and cans in a bag out by the fence so folks don't have to go digging for them. It seems like the right thing to do.
Then, after it's lighter, the street fills with seagulls. It's almost like a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds" as they flock together and look for breakfast in a week's worth of food scraps up and down the street.