It took a year or so, but the neighborhood stray here finally lets me pet him. He's a friendly boy and deserves all the good scritches. He's all but decided that he lives here now, so I feed him and gave him a name. He just looked like an Otis. Sometimes I call him Oats. That's a tough cat, and I can tell he's been in lots of fights. He's missing the top part of his left ear, and only he knows how that happened. I love him lots, and he's part of the family now.