I’ve been going earlier, between 5:30 and 6:30, but today was cooler and I wanted to get to Walmart first thing. We were out of cat food!
Usually it’s just birds, rabbits, and sometimes a squirrel.
On the way to Walmart, we saw a big black cat hurrying across the parking lot of the daycare center just outside the subdivision, with a Northern mockingbird dive-bombing it and shrieking (probably CAAAAAT! like Tom does).
I only walk about half a mile, but at least it’s something. Charlie walks about a mile and a half, every day, unless it’s raining too hard. Then he will stay in where it’s warm. He’s been doing it as long as I’ve known him - 10+ years.
Yesterday, he gave me a roll of quarters. It’s how he pays me back for all the stuff I feed him! ;o]
Anyway, he walks because he was hit by a car many years ago, and the bumper caught him at the knees. He was hospitalized for four months. Then therapy forever. He made a couple of door mats (rubber ones) while in therapy and gave me one. I’ve gotten a lot of compliments on it. He’s a good guy. Never married, but not gay.