Crocker, The Stray

I sit here looking at the stray. What a beauty he is. He's part Maine Coon Cat and Manx, I think. He's a grey tiger with wonderful markings and, of course, the trademark - no tail!

I'm not sure if he is owned or is a stray. He is skittish, but seems in very good health. Although each time he comes in, you would think he had never eaten before in his entire life. He has a very docile personality. And yet, he is very wary if you touch him.

Days go by sometimes without a visit from him which leads me to believe he is taken care of. I miss him on those days. I've seen him almost every day since I moved here. He would just let himself in the pet door and ravage the food dish.

His eyes are old eyes. He is weary. I don't think he himself is old. Just his eyes. They tell a story of hardship and pain. He has some battle wounds as well.

I think pet owners should be more responsible. In some respects it may be unkind to keep them in. But letting them run loose where wild animals can harm them (not to mention other 'domesticated' animals), to me, is neglect of the worst kind. It is neglect bordering on abuse.

He is laying there now... on his back... it's so funny, and he is dreaming his little kitty dreams. Visions of mice and birds and fish (oh my!) run through his head. I think I detect a slight smile on his face.

For tonight, he is safe and warm. For tonight, he is loved and cared for. Good night, Crocker... pleasant dreams!