Breakfast for the wrong cat

I saw the skinny Fin look-alike on Saturday evening (or maybe it was Friday), up in the tree behind my unit. The boys were outside at the time, so I squirted my water bottle at him and off he went. Poor guy. I went out with a can of food, tapping it, but he wouldn't come back. I felt so guilty for chasing him off that I had a sob session over him (and all the other unwanted cats) for a while after that.

Then I found out a bit later in the evening, from talking with one of Carla's* humans, that he might have a home of sorts -- he's been spied in the area by others and someone thinks he might live in one of the units in the complex down the hill from ours. Apparently he was offered dry food by Carla's humans, and he refused to eat it. So that leads me to believe he's not starving, even though he's so skinny. Mind you, he's young (and still unneutered, btw), hasn't filled out yet.

Anyway, that's the back story to the few pics below. The next morning I saw a glimpse of white outside our fence and rushed out with a can of food again, started tapping it before I realized it was Fin, not the other cat. I felt duty-bound to give Fin the food, since he obviously knew what the sound meant.

*Carla the mostly white cat, who hates Nicki and vice versa.

He might have eaten a bug or two for extra protein, since I didn't provide a plate.

 

 Fin, it's not you who needs fattening up!

Oh well.

Maybe I'll get the right cat next time.

Peace.

P.S. Vic mentioned the background flowers in a comment on my previous post -- it's a desktop wallpaper image, so I have no idea what kind of flowers they are.