About this time last year, my daughter found a beautiful tabby cat perched on her windowsill, crying to come in from the cold. Well, she knew better than to ask me if we could have another cat, so she kept shooing him away for at least two months. We figured he was a stray since he wasn't nuetered and had no collar. Well, by the end of April, it was obvious that the darn cat wasn't about to give up, so I relented. We took him to the vet so he could get his shots and be "tutored" and he has never failed to keep us entertained. Of course after the fact, I learned she had been secretly feeding him and letting him in at night (no wonder he wouldn't leave). His name is Bonez, 'cause he was so skinny when we found him. As you'll see, he's filled out rather nicely. I shot this video of him this morning while he was playing rubber ducky hockey. He even managed to get the rubber ducky in the drain twice! Not quite a hat trick, but pretty good for a cat. ;-)
