"I opened the door to let her to her house through our garden and went to bed. When I woke up, she was still there, and came for cuddles. « babe, it’s not the neighbours’ cat » said my husband. « we can’t keep her », I said, « Obéron will not let her stay ». She never left. We found out she’s not chipped and that no one has come forward in these two weeks (despite numerous posters and social media research, as one does), and Obéron didn’t in fact kick her out. She’s the sweetest cat ever, she snores and has no counter etiquette. Meet Catherine de Valois. My house, my cat?"

"He was very confused to be in a strange house but friendly. My cat was waiting by the door and not impressed to see that I was holding another cat"

"I already have a bunch of cats, including a couple of oranges. But when a feisty orange boi meows at your door, you let him in. He got chipped, clipped, and vaxxed yesterday. I have attempted to find his family, to no avail. It appears he may have been abandoned. He is desperate to get back outside. But it’s in the 30s, with high winds, so I’m trying to convince him to settle for a life of love and comfort. Anyway. His name is Toulouse. Lou, for short"

"Like all marinas, there are always a few feral cats around. This guy, whom we have named puma, is tnr’d and friendly-ish on his terms. I was working on the boat in the aft cabin and came out to find him carefully scouting the joint"

"This kitten has taken over my carport and will yell at anyone until pets have been given. She also will nibble your fingers until you give her a chin scratch. We think she came from a litter of kittens down the block but for some reason, they’ve kicked her out. My husband ended up feeding her so she may be our cat now, not quite sure"

"His favorite time to do so is 3am. He always announces his arrival, then eats my cats' food (right in front of them), and then leaves. If he had a little hat on his furry head, I'm sure he'd tip it on the way out"

"I noticed a cat had been sleeping on my chair on my back porch, so I started leaving food out. The food was demolished every time, so I tried to get a glimpse of who was eating it. I realised it was a stray tuxedo cat I'd seen at night about a year ago. I recognised him because he'd lost his tail. Poor thing was so skinny and scrawny, and absolutely terrified of humans. I thought we'd never get close. After about a month of leaving food out, my partner sat and waited. The cat finally ran up and ate, hissing between mouthfuls as my partner gently patted his head. Next feed time I tried to pet him, and he switched from feral to love bug, head-butting me and meowing for food. Since then he's officially moved in. He's such a good cat, no trouble at all. Sleeps on our bed all night without disturbing us, sleeps on the couch while we watch TV, asks to go out when he needs to. My guess is he was someone's pet and got abandoned for some reason. He's gone from scrawny and starving to semi-chonk. I'm trying to regulate his feeding, just hard to say no when I know he starved for a long time. Still deciding on a name"

"Twenty-four hours later and she has made us proud proxy grandparents to a miniature cowcat & a tiny tuxed... Best farm stay ever!!! P.S. We had to relocate the little family, and mama was perfectly ok with us gently handling her bebes"

"He's dirty and bloody and pretty yucky. I'll let him rest. He lets me pet his head a little. That's it"

"Update!! This is Pete. Pete lives across the street and moved in two weeks ago and loves going outside. But drama... We went on a walk (….With Pete….) and another neighbor said his name is Tilly and he’s owned by someone else!?"