I don't know who is happier - Brownie or I - about his new situation. When he doesn't come on my nightly rounds with me, I know he is safe and warm.
But I still see him regularly, slinking in among the parked cars, shadowing me, accepting a little canned food. For some reason, he's taken a shine to Wheezy and Wheezy to him. Their relationship does not include touching, as far as I can tell. Two oddballs in love