The first day we moved into this house I saw a old man with a hat riding a bicycle down the road and I was like OMFG WE HAVE A PERSONAL ‘YOUR ALL DOOMED’ OLD MAN!
Today I finally met him and he’s just as ‘YOUR ALL DOOMED’ material as I expected and I love him

Also, the reason we met was because I heard that he owned the abandoned murder barn across the street where the feral cats live so I wanted to see if I could have someone come in and make sure they’re ok.

As it turned out though the cats are actually not feral and are his cats but they just don’t like people. And he told me he tells them not to wander but they do because they’re cats. And you can tell he loves them so much
He also told me not to feed their fat asses

I also told him the cats were more then welcome at my place because they keep mice out of my garage and he said those cats must be bold as hell to come over to my property with that house horse I keep (aka Bruce the mastiff)