We have a little stray named Mooch Two who's become like our fourth cat. In
this cold Canadian climate, we've rigged a big chair on our veranda with
blankets and a heating pad, which we turn on for him. We also provide him
three or four meals a day, and water. It's a delight to come down in the
morning and see him sitting up in his pre-warmed bed, waiting for breakfast.
Over the months since he arrived he's changed from a scrawny waif to a
healthy-looking gent. It's all we can do. He's losing some of his wariness
of us, but he'll never let us touch him. We wonder what his former life has
been, but we're doing our best to make his present one the best possible.