I have a feral cat that comes around. This is the third cat who has come to dine at my house. The first was Sweetie. She was around for several years, before she disappeared. Next came Mr. Sunshine. This big, yellow Tom actually got quite friendly, but, unfortunately, he ingested some of the crap that people put on their lawns and, by the time my next door neighbor and I found him, and got him to the vet, it was too late.
For a couple of years, there was no furry face waiting for me to put some food out, though I continued to put a little out each night, just in case. Finally, in the Summer of 2009, a half-grown black and white tuxedo cat found the food and started coming, almost every day. I can't tell whether it's a he or a she, but, for some reason, I think of it as a him. He scares me in the Winter, because he doesn't come around for long periods of time, but, then, I'll see his tracks in the snow, or catch a fleeting glimpse of him. I think he can't make it, through the deep snow, and I worry that he will starve, before he can get back to the food.
He's a handsome fellow, but, for some reason, I have never named him. Maybe it's because he's so shy, that I can't get an idea of his personality. I've never been able to get a good picture of him, but, yesterday, I took some time, and went out to the patio, just to sit and watch. I had my camera with me, and I was very glad that I did, because, suddenly, I saw him crossing the lawn. I was hidden by some tall mums, and I don't think he saw me. He sat in the lawn, watching for a while, and I was able to get some good shots of him. Quite the handsome fellow, I think.
Edited to add that Miss Madi, whose adventures can be found at http://downhomeinnc.blogspot.com/ thinks that his name should be Tucker. Seems like a fine name to me, so, from now on, Tucker it is.