I've never cared much for cats. I always knew when I got a pet it would be some kind of cool dog. Stray animals have a way of changing your mind. When Rocky first showed up, he was so shy he lived in the shrubs alongside the house. He had been declawed, neutered and abandoned, and when I reached out to pet him he would duck like he expected to be hit (hmmmm). Now he's right at home and sleeps in his heated cat bed or on me, the human heating pad. His jackrabbit legs don't quite fit in the cat bed. This was the best pic I could get because he hates the camera flash.
If the previous owners show up, they can have a piece of my mind, but they're not getting my cat.