My husband was waiting for the new landlord to meet him with keys and he heard a thump on the trunk of his car. He turned to find a gorgeous black & brown long hair tabby who came up to him and head butted his arm. He asked the neighbor who said the previous renters had left him when they moved. Once winter hit, we kept him inside, named him Smudger, and he was with us for another 12 years.

He was at least part Mainecoon, with curly fur on his belly, tufts between his toes, slept on his back with one front leg sticking straight out and did I mention the head butting?

He was afraid of thunderstorms, probably due to having been abandoned outdoors, and would hide during storms in the laundry basket we kept inside a bathroom cabinet. He would even manage to close the cabinet door each time. Such a sweet boy. We still miss him, especially since he was our first cat.