We should probably come up with a new name.
There was “Bob”, and she visited us for over three years. We knew her by sight, with her gimpy front toe. And she knew us well. She would knock on the window, and peer in the French doors. And she’d get her peanut rewards.
Eventually she disappeared, but another had been trailing her for awhile, one of her kits. She too had a gimpy toe, so I guess it wasn’t an injury.
We named her “Not Bob” and she came around for a couple of years. But we haven’t seen her for some time.
To be fair, we haven’t been on the deck much and, with the yard Renos, it’s been pretty disruptive.
This one is brave, but still on the skittish end of brave, and she’s been coming around the past few days.
“Not Not Bob”?
Feels clunky.
We’ll see how long she sticks around and make a decision.
