More Blathering About the Cat

I'm sure you're all good and tired of the Reggie/Trouble saga, but I just have to post this.

As expected, he keeps coming around. I'm not sure how well-treated and/or well-loved he is at home, but he clearly expects me to feed and love him. I'm determined to not do the former and limit the latter as much as I can.

So tonight, as I've been going in and out watering the roses, he has slipped in here twice, both times going straight for the area where I used to feed him, only to be disappointed. I let him see the lack of food, and pick him up and take him back outside, closing the door in his pathetic little face.

Now he's back for a third try, this time with a fresh kill for me, clearly intended as a quid pro quo.

Must ... not ... break ... resolve...

UPDATE:
Ick. It was not a quid pro quo after all, it was a substitute dinner. And given the speed in which a whole rodent turned into a couple of entrails on my doormat, he really is a hungry kitty. Poor Reggie.