I was standing against the door frame, behind the glass, like I was one of the cops on Law and Order, so I think he could only partially see me. If I'd moved fully in front of the door, he'd have been off like a shot, canned food or no. Although, when he is out, and I also happen to be out, he's not running *quite* as quickly as he did in the beginning, so maybe he is finally figuring out that I am indeed good people.

I have no idea whether he was ever a pet. He looks incredibly scruffy, so if he was, he's been out a while. His right ear is either broken or mostly gone, and the left one has a chunk out of it. His tail looks like it's broken as well (which is a total shame, because he has that huge Maine Coon feather tail.) Maybe one of these days I can actually brush him. Wouldn't that be awesome!!