Ben wandered across the street one day, looking for food. It wasn’t that he was starving or anything. He was actually quite hefty and well fed. My cat, Ivy, was with me… standing next to me in the driveway. She didn’t know what to make of him. Neither cat became territorial… it was kind of like they already knew each other, which is rare in the cat world. There’s usually a lot of growling and hissing going on as cats try to claim their territory. But this was different.
I gave Ben a good pet and spoke to him for a few minutes. Ivy watched, didn’t seem to mind. I knew that Ben was fed, but he was really alone in the world. The young woman who owned him left him under her father’s care when she moved abroad. The only problem with that was, no one lived in the house that they owned across the street, except for Ben. The young lady’s father stopped by a few times per week to leave food for Ben