Max slept outside yesterday, after brunch.

This time he seems to have his own routines, napping after 11am and 11pm. He doesn't look so bored and sad this time.

And he even managed to eat the biscuits himself, instead of waiting for me to hand feed him.

Unfortunately he thought each time I wake up, there will be fish for him.

If I go back to bed and wake up again, he will tail gate me, urging me to open a can for him.

And he knows when I feed the strays, there will be fish to share.

I had to hide in the toilet and open the can so Spencer could have her supper.