Boo Kitty Boo

So every time I see a stray cat, (or a squashed kitty on the road :( ) I always say "aww, poor booboo kitty". No idea why, I just do it stuck.

A few booboo kitties have showed up at my house. One made it to the dog pound, one met an untimely demise just a few days after he showed up. Another disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

A couple weeks ago, we caught a flash of something white running across the yard and under the shed. It was another kitty! A white one, with a black tail.  I thought he'd take off, but he seemed to stick around.  I even caught him inside the chicken coop a couple times.

A few days ago, I heard him meowing so I called him.  He came to me, and I ended up giving him a bowl of crunchies.

Which I think only confirmed to him, that I'm his new people.
oops.

Poor thing idolizes me (like most men) and is right there begging for something to eat or getting under my feet. (like most men).

I decided that instead of BooBoo Kitty, his name would be Boo Kitty Boo.
No idea why either.
It just stuck.

I haven't talked Gene into letting him be an indoor kitty.
Yet.

But in the meantime, he sits staring at my door for hours on end on the off chance that his people (that's me) comes out to give him rubbins or food.

You know, like most men.