This is Smokey. Apparently, he’s my cat now. He’s incredibly people-friendly and just aches for any and all attention you’ll give him. He’s obviously been well taken care of in the past, but we think maybe someone left him when they moved this semester. He’s been hanging out since the weekend school ended. Someone was a little friendly to him at one of the parties and he’s just stuck around ever since.
We all joke because he’s ‘homeless’ yet he’s outside eating out of stainless steel and sleeping on a huge chunk of memory foam mattress from when Rachel moved out and managed to trash half her stuff. I’d say he’s living pretty sweet. He pretty much just comes back and forth all day whenever he gets tired of romping around the park across the street.
I leave a water dish out for him at all times, though it’s not really necessary since there’s a creek in the park, and once a day, usually at night, I sit out a bowl of food and take it in when he’s done. I don’t mind feeding him, but I don’t want a ton of other strays catching wind of that bowl outside and starting fights or anything.
He’s really playful, which is cute, but rough since it’s been a long time since I’ve dealt with adult cat claws. I’m remembering all the evasive moves though, and in the process, I’ve earned myself a few more battle scars. He loves to cuddle and show his appreciation and just be held.
We’ll keep feeding him for as long as he comes around when we can.
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