Majik the cat
I love my black short haired tabby. He's so cool. I really wish I knew why he finds being outdoors more exciting than sleeping indoors. How many years has it been since he came to us and we still haven't been able to totally convince him to stay inside til morning. Of course, we have not been able to litter box train him. Not like Ms. P who knew this little practice from the very beginning of her reign as the indoor kitty. Of course, she must have somehow found a cat-human dictionary and looked up the word nocturnal. It's been a bit of training to get her back into the house at night for the humans to get some sleep.
But let me get back to the sweetie boy. He's been trying so hard to get the approval of the "wickedqueen" but alas, to no avail. When he does stand up to her and I'm surprised when he decides to take a stand. I try not to take sides, but sometimes, it's hard not to take sides. Ms. P is so aloof, and hisses at every occasion at him. It's pretty clear she does not want him in her face. At those times when he is, she is rather pathetic and scurries into the safety of the house. She has always been well cared for and well fed. She really has not known "the street" per se. Unless we count the time she first appeared at the door step. Which I will always cherish cuz she was so cute. It's so funny how she still has that kitten face with this long body and very long tail.
When Majik appeared he had been hanging around the house for a few months, until he finally broke down and made himself known to the household. What a trusting thing for him to do. Now he is well cared for and well fed. He has filled out so much that when he lumbers up the walkway to have dinner his body swings from side to side.