His life spared from an unknown violent encounter that left its mark as just-barely healing scars on his neck and hind legs, a little stray cat stopped by my back door looking for some food and a dry lap. Purring his gratitude at my tasty offering, he quickly made himself comfortable. The little black and white traveler, content with a full belly, stayed for a day, then a week, then a year, never compelled to leave.
