This beautiful tuxedo cat with no name lived in our neighborhood all last summer. I tried not to befriend him, knowing that he would easily win my heart. I already had two spoiled female cats who ruled my house. After a tropical storm in September, I found this soaking wet kitty bunkered down underneath the tarp at our woodpile. I brought him into our basement family room - away from our other cats. He let my niece towel him dry. He was famished, eating two bowls of food. After his belly was full, he cried to go back out. We didn't see him again for a week. This time he was crying at our back door to come in. He spent the night in our family room. A week passed where he spent the days wandering the neighborhood, but by dusk he would walk through our garage into "his" room. When the mornings turned cool, he didn't want to go out anymore. That's when I knew he had adopted us. We named him Riley because he went from being a stray to living the life of Riley. He now has the run of the entire house and gets along tolerably well with his sisters. He still has no desire to leave his comfortable home.

Robby
Forestdale, RI