We've Been Calling Him Yammy!

He's the orange of freshly cooked yams with a white belly and striped orange and white tail. I visited Yammy three times today with food and love. He and Lily got along well touching noses on my third visit. He's fearless! Even if Yam and Lil' didn't get along ten degrees was going to be too cold for him to be outside. So I went over to the cemetery and called for him in the dark. He came out meowing and I carried him home! Now he's luxuriating in the boiler room with water and food. He was thirsty! He's purring up a storm.